[Critique Group 2] Leonard's comments on Thursday's meeting

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Val
Val sub for Nov 21




 


Rain




 


Rain is



hard, stabbing



downpours that drown



my soul.




 


Rain is  not apositive experience.  



It  is stabbing, 



and comes to us to much, 




 


too strong 



and seems  to bedrowningus.



 Rain is often equatedwith grief. 



It is an overabundance of grief.




 


Pain is



jagged rejection,



misguided, misunderstood--



tears are proof of



bleeding spirit.




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Joan 







Joan sub for Dec



 

Something, which she is calling justice, is coming. 



It is seen in the restlessness of the weather.  



It’s going to be better than  we see now. 



It is seen in the young folk. 



Before all hope is broken, it will come.  



Those things that repel us from justice like greed and idolatry  



will be overcome 



and our path to a better world will be there. 



It is shining with the power of truth. 



It will open our eyes. 



We will be able to discern truth fromfalsehood.  



This is a chant, 



a prayer a confermation 



of hope urging this justice to come. 



 



Come On Justice



by Joan Myles



 

somethin’s stirring in the wind and weather



somethin’s roaring in the stormy tide



somethin’s rising up for good and better



come on Justice come



 

 

somethin’s beating in the hearts of young folk



somethin’s ringing down the halls of time



somethin’s urging us before all Hope’s broke



come on Justice come



 

smash the idols that compel us



fear and prejudice and greed



clear the pathways that repel us



come on Justice come



 

Somethin’s truer than the tears that blind us



Somethin’s shining on the hill ahead



somethin’s marching in the streets behind us



come on Justice



come on Justice



come on Justice come



 



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Joan sub for Dec



 

Something, which she is calling justice, is coming. 



It is seen in the restlessness of the weather.  



It’s going to be better than  we see now. 



It is seen in the young folk. 



Before all hope is broken, it will come.  



Those things that repel us from justice like greed and idolatry  



will be overcome 



and our path to a better world will be there. 



It is shining with the power of truth. 



It will open our eyes. 



We will be able to discern truth fromfalsehood.  



This is a chant, 



a prayer a confermation 



of hope urging this justice to come. 



 



Come On Justice



by Joan Myles



 

somethin’s stirring in the wind and weather



somethin’s roaring in the stormy tide



somethin’s rising up for good and better



come on Justice come



 

 

somethin’s beating in the hearts of young folk



somethin’s ringing down the halls of time



somethin’s urging us before all Hope’s broke



come on Justice come



 

smash the idols that compel us



fear and prejudice and greed



clear the pathways that repel us



come on Justice come



 

Somethin’s truer than the tears that blind us



Somethin’s shining on the hill ahead



somethin’s marching in the streets behind us



come on Justice



come on Justice



come on Justice come



 

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Hurt is



unchanging loneliness,



left behind, abandoned--



alienation, dismissive,



others expectations



tying me in crushing assumptions.




 



 


Hurt is  being leftbehind and left out.




 



 


Hope is




 


sometimes fragile--



a broken flower



buried under cold--



wings of dream, imagination,



Hope is  fragile.  



It gets buried. 



But it is  alwaysthere 



ready to spring forth from underground. 



When there is any sunlight, 



hope is ready to blossom. 



So where the negatives are part of your life, 



hope  is always there.



It is even  nourished bythe pain



. It needs the slightest touch to flourish. 




 


slowly spreading in dawning sunlight.



Rain, pain, hurt, like confetti



pass through my life--hope is



a melody on the windcliffs



within it all,



faithfully awaiting light-touch.




 


CValerie Moreno



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spiritwind at pmpmail.com



"All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish thelight of one



candle."



St. Francis Of Assisi




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Brad









Great poem. 



It tells a complelling story in and of itself. 



But, there is another meaning  behindthis tale. 



Have faith. Lie low and keep your activity downto below normal. 



We can survive this time.  



This too shall pass. 



We will live to fight another day.




 


Brad sub for November




 



Natural Survivor



C By Brad Corallo



Word count 149




 


Snow begins to fall



silently on distant hills.



in time blanketing the



lower Lands of the valley.




 


As the other worldly wind begins, 



the local inhabitants



move to whatever warm space they can find.




 


an underfed, striped grey



feral tabby



glides along his solitary way,



Great line.




 


to his makeshift winter refuge.




 


A wind protected pile



of warmed, dry leaves



in the angle where



the brick chimney embraces the



outer, rear wall of the rustic cottage.




 


He curls himself into



a tight furry ball,



securely Burrowed into the warm leaf nest.




 


He sleeps deeply!



He knows that,



when the snow ceases to fall



and the sun returns



All will venture out for food.



More than enough opportunity



for a stealthy, patient hunter.




 


He settles even deeper into sleep



There is no fear or doubt



instinct and experience prevail



He will live to



hunt another day.




 


jamesstarfire at gmail.com




 


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Alice



Don’t angels have their own wings.  



I  thinkthis has a pleasant rhythm to it, 



but it is a little inconsistent.   



Why is the reindeer a better  choice than the bear.  



The poem is pretty good as it stands. 



It is fun and interesting. 




 


Alice sub for December 3, 2021



 



Hailey,the Angel Who Was Afraid of Heights



 



byAlice Jane-Marie Massa



 



 



Once at the North Pole, there was an angel made.



However, there was only oneproblem:  she was a bit afraid.



“Afraid?  Afraid,” you ask, “or justshy?”



Oh!  She was afraid of heights, of beingatop the tree so high.



 



Hailey had hair that glistened in the night;



her silk robe was flowing, and her wings were justright.



She was a beautiful tree-topper,



but the height of that tree would stop her



from gracing the Christmas tree at the verytip-top.




 


Leave out the tip in the tip top




 


Christmas Bunny was the first tosay:  “I’ll take you up there in one big hop!”



Hiding in her box on the very lowest shelf,



Hailey replied, “No, thanks,” as she accepted atissue from an elf.



“Please, please,” pleaded the Hoosier Cardinal,“do not cry.



Come with me; I’ll teach you how to fly!”




 


Leave out ‘how’ in this sentence.




 


“No, thanks,” Hailey repeated, “I want to stay inmy comfy box.



Couldn’t we forget Christmas and turn back theclocks?”



“No way!” said the family of Bubble Lights, inperfect harmony.



“We will happily light your path to the very topof the Christmas tree.”



Snowzee the Bear did a somersault and said,



“I’ll carry you on my back to the highestlimb:  you have nothing to dread.”



With her halo a little crooked, Hailey peaked outand gave a wink,



“Snowzee, you would be a better tree-topper—justperfect, I think.”



Beaming and blushing, the bear was quite pleased;



but he remembered tradition.  Then, thelittle angel sneezed.



“I must be getting a cold and must stay



in my own little box to keep the germs away.”



“Be brave!  Be brave!” implored the lionand the lamb,



“You don’t have a cold!  Be bold—to thetop of the tree for you, ma’am.”



The Silver Bells jingled and tingled, “Hold yourpeace!



Hailey needs our support.  How about it,Snow Geese?”



“Yes, yes, we can happily volunteer;



but the one who can really help is our friendGolden Reindeer.”



The Golden Reindeer danced and pranced nearer toHailey’s hiding place.



“If you carry me with you, we can ascend to thetop of the tree with the utmost of grace.




 


Who’s talking here.




 


Hold me tight, and your confidence will grow.



Come out of that box:  we have places togo!”



With her new escort, little Hailey went to the topof the tall Christmas tree.



Holding the red satin ribbon of Golden Reindeer,Hailey trembled a bit, then smiled,



and said, “Look at me!”



 



So, if someday you look up at a tall Christmastree



and see a reindeer with the angel, you know whothey will be—



Hailey and Golden Reindeer together, side by side—



with all fears gone, Hailey has no reason to hide.



Now, give a wink and a wave to the angel you see;



for only you know the secret of brave Hailey, highatop the Christmas tree.



 



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