03.07:079

Form is a facade for content - JH

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PEGGY MEEKS-KING
White Dove Of Peace

Please white dove come to my window this day,
to my garden on your way.
To bring your pure sweet love
from the clouds above.
Bring peace my way,
bring love to the world as you make your stay.
I see you there among my red roses,
I see you there among the purple sweet pea,
            there near my ivory love-lily.
You my white dove of peace are more dear than
the air I breathe.
Spread your beautiful wings and fly away to
distant troubled lands fill their valleys with
love, freedom and peace.
So no more war is ever spoken there!
Spread your lovely wings white dove as you
reach into the tip of the universe far into the
Milky Way!
And then you take hold of the rainbow bright
within your beak and bring the world the
peace its
heart
seeks.
And the shadows of the first blue evening stars falls
upon your eyes tonight.
I beg of thee someday find your way back to me
so I too can see the peace you bring.
And in my flower garden I will find you in the cool
of the evening and once again I will
hear the sweet
sounds you sing, a lullaby for the whole world to
enjoy for you sing only of peace and of everlasting
joy.
I hear you there and you sing so sweetly,
NO MORE WAR! NO MORE WAR!

copyright 2003 PEGGY MEEKS-KING
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03.07:079

A gradual device in poetry constructs the poetic world which has its own autonomy or natural development - JH

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justin.barrett tells us he has been writing for 11 years, has been published in numerous small press zines and websites. BARRETT lives in Utah.
  


JUSTIN BARRETT
winter

after the first really big 
snowstorm this 
winter he 
will wake up early, 
before 
his parents, 
and trudge through the 
deep to the soccer field 
behind the school. 
he'll stand at the 
opening in the fence 
soaking in the 
virginal white expanse. 
when he's ready 
he'll tramp 
across the field, 
cutting it in half 
with a 
line of grass. 
when he finishes 
he will slowly 
walk back home 
climb back into 
bed 
and await 
the pink glow 
of dawn. 
 
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