My Friend in the Park
In other days when I was in need, you listened to my long stories, your ears cocked to take in every detail
Intent you did not respond, it was your patience that made us fast friends Your voice always muted by din of traffic, screams of sirens, laughter of children, sometimes cooing of lovers or pidgins, you offered no judgment
You were the patient one, always there, always my friend I needed an ear, solitude as I sat with you on many afternoons, watching comings and goings, a healing time for me
Now you have heard too many screams, too many sirens, your eyes have seen too much agony
Your muteness in other days served me well, perhaps I can be of service now?
As you served me in your muted solitude, perhaps I can give you a voice this day
Should I clean the dust from your eyes, scour your back of grime and grief, sweep your hair? Is now the time to clear a path for others who seek your council to find their way to your bench?
You heard the sounds of the planes screeching their violent last breath, saw the fire, the anguish from innocent bye-standers
How painful it is for you not to be able speak up and calm fears, tell families of the missing your thoughts and condolences for their grief
Your eyes have seen too many die these last few days, your ears have heard to many screams of the dying and the dead, let me speak to help unburden your heart
You've heard the call to war, the angry words of those who lost a friend, a father, a mother, a child, a parent
The list of those lost, of those who suffer still, is too long to contemplate, but you remember, you heard their voices, one by one
The firemen, the policemen, the president, voices of the living, the dying
Your heart, like mine, carries a heavy burden this day, searching for answers, longing for peace, rejecting revenge
You listen for all of us, eyes and ears grow heavy from the burden of the losses
Thanks for listening all these years, I will lend my voice for you to speak
Patiently we wait for peace in our time, thanks again my friend in the park, next time you will speak, I will listen
© Copyright 9/15/01 Thaine H. Allison, Jr.
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This is the presentation of my work.
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Hi ! I'm a french poet and president of a Cultural assosiation caled " The white rose and the olive tree " for peace and recognation.
This is the presentation of my work.
If you like the idea and the text, please inclose the i,ternet like from my blog in your internet communications and make the promotion.
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Dear Readers,
With the goal of making a UNIVERSAL DECLARATION of COMPREHENSION,
RECOGNITION and PEACE, creating a strong and definite link within the HUMAN RACE, a few
years ago I started writing an EPIC-POEM called:
" The WHITE ROSE and the OLIVE TREE"
I have chosen to name the hero of the poem:
" DOUBLE CHILD of FORGIVENESS "
( Jewish from his mother and muslim from his father )
He leaves Cordoba ( south of Spain), great intellectual center, at the beguining of the XIthe century
( forming a time link with our new millenium) to finaly reach Beijin after 36 years of LEARNING
HUMAN and LOGICAL SCIENCES from erudites of the DIFFERENT CULTURES and
RELIGIOUS of every country he journeys through:
EGYPT, SAUDI-ARABIA, JORDAN, ISRAEL, PALESTINE, LEBANON, SYRIA, IRAQ, IRAN, OUZBEKISTAN, AFGHANISTAN, PAKISTAN, INDIA and CHINA.
After writing the PROLEGOMENA and the first chapter, In order to give a real Universal Dimension
to this Phylosophical Adventure I decided to share the work of the 14 other chapters with 14 poets,
one from each country crossing, written in their own language, OPENING on a MESSAGE of
COMPREHENSION, RECOGNITION and PEACE, instead of MISUNDERSTANDING,
HATRED and WAR.
So, dear reader, if you would be interested to sponsor this NEW MILLENNIUM ADVENTURE by
helping me to diffuse this idea, or to find a Mecen, I would be very pleased.
Many thanks, and enjoy the rest of the day.
" The white rose and the olive-tree"
Prolegomena
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