To great extent, people mean so much more
In the jails we lock up males and females
Nevertheless, people we must adore
With human kindness let no one curtails.
People like roses are found far and near
Among Asia and lands across the sea
Petals are those families there to care
And cherish those colours and names we see.
The mind becomes the interpretive dance
As eyes behold the wonderful valley
In Arkles Bay where trees do dance and prance
Around those homes, children do play gladly.
As delicate as rose-petals unwind
But tough as thorns, which grow to guard the stem
Yet beautiful mid shine and rain behind
The rainbow of love from us we give them.
Fragile is life, and round the globe lies strife
Nature is stressed; oceans in deep motion
Tsunami waved to cut with butcher's knife
With vengeful acts, God's work of creation.
As folks did eat beneath the Christmas tree
Never a thought that plates would crash on floor
Instincts made animals and birds to flee
The leap-year tide did wash dead shoals ashore.
The day Tsunami washed away the ground
His waves were more that fifteen meters high
The pelts of folks did carpet ground around
Heaps of carrion fumes perfumed the sky.
The blooms of earth did wash away that day
By Davy Jones a fraught with bloody rage
On Boxing Day beneath a sky so grey
Now growing poppies write their story page.
What great sadness lingers in minds not clear
The loss surpassed Ivan in Grenada
This catastrophic blow still Ache's fear
That sent after shocks beyond Nevada.
The heavy ruin plays on most CDs
To cue the minds to graves with drab decor
As fingers scratched for life amid debris
They longed once more for blissful days of yore.
To keep this hope alive with will to strive
Humanity rose with great devotion
As people across the globe took the drive
They sent dough to souls with deep emotion.
Their cries of praise reached on high Jehovah
For hearts of gold that eased the souls' laments
To lands of the Asian Diaspora
Life-water flows out of those gory tents.
© Paterika Hengreaves
Composed in Arkles Bay, New Zealand on Boxing Day 2004 after watching TV footage on the aftermath of the Asian Tsunami and the billions of dollars collected from around the world to assist the recovery efforts of these Tsunami survivors.
Who is this "Davy jones?"
"Davy jones" means the bottom of the sea or ocean
According to the Etymology Dictionary, this term first surfaced in "The Spirit of the Sea" in 1751 in Smollett's "The Adventures of Peregrin Pickle (Chapter 15) as an ominous and terrifying fiend who presides over all the evil spirits of the deep, and is often seen in various shapes, perching among the rigging on the eve of hurricanes, shipwrecks and other disasters.
Other interesting accounts come from
Davy Jone's Locker "bottom of the Sea" is 1803, from nautical slang of unknown origin.
Another premise is that it might as well come from the biblical Jonah, regarded as unlucky by sailors.
http://poetrynest.blogspot.com/2006/12/humanity-rose.html
In the jails we lock up males and females
Nevertheless, people we must adore
With human kindness let no one curtails.
People like roses are found far and near
Among Asia and lands across the sea
Petals are those families there to care
And cherish those colours and names we see.
The mind becomes the interpretive dance
As eyes behold the wonderful valley
In Arkles Bay where trees do dance and prance
Around those homes, children do play gladly.
As delicate as rose-petals unwind
But tough as thorns, which grow to guard the stem
Yet beautiful mid shine and rain behind
The rainbow of love from us we give them.
Fragile is life, and round the globe lies strife
Nature is stressed; oceans in deep motion
Tsunami waved to cut with butcher's knife
With vengeful acts, God's work of creation.
As folks did eat beneath the Christmas tree
Never a thought that plates would crash on floor
Instincts made animals and birds to flee
The leap-year tide did wash dead shoals ashore.
The day Tsunami washed away the ground
His waves were more that fifteen meters high
The pelts of folks did carpet ground around
Heaps of carrion fumes perfumed the sky.
The blooms of earth did wash away that day
By Davy Jones a fraught with bloody rage
On Boxing Day beneath a sky so grey
Now growing poppies write their story page.
What great sadness lingers in minds not clear
The loss surpassed Ivan in Grenada
This catastrophic blow still Ache's fear
That sent after shocks beyond Nevada.
The heavy ruin plays on most CDs
To cue the minds to graves with drab decor
As fingers scratched for life amid debris
They longed once more for blissful days of yore.
To keep this hope alive with will to strive
Humanity rose with great devotion
As people across the globe took the drive
They sent dough to souls with deep emotion.
Their cries of praise reached on high Jehovah
For hearts of gold that eased the souls' laments
To lands of the Asian Diaspora
Life-water flows out of those gory tents.
© Paterika Hengreaves
Composed in Arkles Bay, New Zealand on Boxing Day 2004 after watching TV footage on the aftermath of the Asian Tsunami and the billions of dollars collected from around the world to assist the recovery efforts of these Tsunami survivors.
Who is this "Davy jones?"
"Davy jones" means the bottom of the sea or ocean
According to the Etymology Dictionary, this term first surfaced in "The Spirit of the Sea" in 1751 in Smollett's "The Adventures of Peregrin Pickle (Chapter 15) as an ominous and terrifying fiend who presides over all the evil spirits of the deep, and is often seen in various shapes, perching among the rigging on the eve of hurricanes, shipwrecks and other disasters.
Other interesting accounts come from
Davy Jone's Locker "bottom of the Sea" is 1803, from nautical slang of unknown origin.
Another premise is that it might as well come from the biblical Jonah, regarded as unlucky by sailors.
http://poetrynest.blogspot.com/2006/12/humanity-rose.html
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