Thursday, 21 July 2016

IT'S IN OUR HANDS...

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IT'S IN OUR HANDS...


Some of us collect pottery, or stamps
others collect causes
"save this"
or "that"
or "them"
but how many of us
have even noticed the greatest cause of all.
We live our lives in sweet oblivion
dreaming of never ending tomorrows
as if we could stack them
one above the other
reaching to eternity.
When will we notice just how shaky
the foundations are.
We've no guarantee of tomorrows
or todays
unless we all unite
in the only cause that matters
the preservation of world peace.

(c)Crissouli July 2016

ALONE

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ALONE

Two tiny cheeks were shivering
poised, tiny tears were quivering
silently, they slithered, down.

He stood there, quietly, all day
alone, he watched the children play
then turned, and sobbed
and left.

His tender heart was broken
from words that were unspoken
this tiny child was
mute.

(c) Crissouli July 2016



Saturday, 16 July 2016

THEY WHO TREAD WITH ACHING HEARTS










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THEY WHO TREAD WITH ACHING HEARTS

They know not the politics of it all
nor can they find it in their hearts to care
it matters not who should be right or wrong
only that the days are ever long.
Through the dust and heat, they plod their way
each stumbling, each with his own internal pain.
Is there no one who cares, who wants to know?
These are people, our fellow beings, with no place to go.
We see their images, from our colour screens.
How they make us squirm in our comfortable chairs.
'Enough to make you cry' we say
'did you get that extra wine today?'
The mother lays her babe to rest, beside the road.
She has no strength to carry on, nor the will.
All days tumble, one into another..
Just a few hours ago, she laid down this small girl's brother.
People of the world, please care, 
if not for this woman, for all those who suffer still.
Let the politics be pushed aside
for understanding and compassion
must reach the whole world wide.

(c) Crissouli July 2016


Thursday, 7 July 2016

A POOR MAN'S RICHES





Sawtell, NSW 
(c) Crissouli 2008





A POOR MAN'S RICHES

Rise and fall, rise and fall, o gentle ocean
Beat a pathway to the shores around the world
Carry hope and love and dreams to all who watch you
Gently lap away the ravages of time.
With sunshine that does bless your far horizons
Giving diamonds to rich and poor alike
With seagulls hovering over you in splendour
Guarding the mysteries of your depth.
Rocks, as silent sentinels, support you
Reflecting your playful spray in pools of life.
Oh, how the wind does love to tease you 
Lifting your surface far and wide
Oh, never stop, o mighty ocean
Keep rolling until the end of time.

(c) Crissouli 15th August, 1980


GATHERING RAINBOWS











GATHERING RAINBOWS


We're all so busy these days
running to and 'fro
no one has time anymore
to sit and chat awhile.

We're too busy chasing pots of gold
but we've forgotten the rainbows
that lead us to them.

They have many colours
and always are magnificent
but seldom do we care.

We're too busy to stop and admire..
there's this and that to be done..
as if it would be remembered when we are gone.

What others will recall
are the words we left behind
the times taken to help one in need..
the unexpected call to a friend alone.
For our greatest gift is part of ourselves
our time, so precious, to one and all.
With this, we can give rainbows
more precious than any gold.

(c) Crissouli July 7 2015



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Sunday, 3 July 2016

A GATHERING OF FRIENDS

Summer, Still-Life, Pitcher, Garden, Outdoors


A GATHERING OF FRIENDS

What a time they must be having
for how they loved to talk.
I can see them gathering
maybe ambling side by side.
Surely it would have to be in a garden
for it was in a garden
that each of them was happiest. 
To touch the earth 
and let it fall through their fingers..
they were then content.
Even those I did not know
they tell me they, too, loved the soil, 
the wind and rain upon their face..
or the sunlight playing on their hair.
Can you imagine the conversations - 
who did what and when and where?
Their laughter shall echo through time
for they all had such a sense of humour. 
What a gathering they must be having, 
our loved ones, in Heaven.

(c) Crissouli 1982

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Sunday, 19 June 2016

FROM GIRL TO LADY...







FROM GIRL TO LADY...

I can hear your laughter and see your smile..
and see you tilt your head to one side
I watched your eyes light up 
as he entered the room 
and see that quick glance you shared.
What a couple you were
so happy in each other's company.
You always had such pride in your family
and delighted in all they did. 

Still, I remember you as a girl
with that lilting laugh 
and that easy warmth you happily shared.
You never pushed me aside
or told me to go away.
Rather you knelt with me 
as I looked for that piece of broken glass
in Nona's path, we called it a clock.

You helped me to pick fruit from the trees
and suck honey from nasturtiums
and even played tea parties with me,
though I was so small. 
You understood my love of words
and gave me my first ever dictionary
(I treasure it still) 
and a bluebird necklace.

We were more than cousins
we were friends and confidants..
You were my little big sister
always supportive, never judgemental
We laughed, we cried, 
we shared family news
and solved the problems of the world.

Thank you for your guidance
your caring and sharing
and for being the girl and the lady I so admired..
Rest in peace, sweet Stella..
you will live on forever in the hearts 
of all who knew and loved you..
We will hear your name and smile
'Of course, I knew her well!'



(c) Crissouli  March 8, 2016



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