Where are you John? They ask they say John is still near, he is on my way Along the road and every while Up in the sky I see his smile In the empty space his sound vibrates I feel it strong, this is the case There is no death This is the truth It is nothing but We need to get to continue the trip We jump we flip From place to place Winning the race In a universe Where we rehearse with every verse Where to move and stay This is the way Look at the sky Use it with your eye Can you count the stars? Can you count the suns? Can you count the moons? Use it with your mind Share what you find
I am a Lebanese female poet, researcher and writer in Arabic and English.Fourth of January, 1957 I was born in Quarnayel, Lebanon. Being an only daughter among three sons, gave my whole life an aromatic taste. I got a master degree in political science from the American University of Beirut. Mahatma Gandhi is the only politician I follow and respect. Gamal Abd Nasir is the only Arab leader I admire. Rabindranath Tagore is my spiritual master. His poetry, writings, music, and universal thought is a real fountain for my spiritual uplifting. Chief Seattle’s “Message To the Modern World” broadened my views and deepened my interrelationships with Mother Nature and the GREAT SPIRIT. John Lennon is my daily friend. I recognize his song “Imagine” as my national anthem. I am a fan of Yoko Ono; I appreciate what she gave to the “whole world” through her love to John. I believe that the cosmic law is the only law that any creature must follow in order to understand the simple truth of life and death: that is another form of existence.
All things come and they go leaving behind the ones who stay, wondering into clouds and looking at the sky getting carried away by the wind and stopping by with the rain leaving behind the places that would no more
Zimbabwean by birth, Zimbabwean by color, Zimbabwean by beliefs, Zimbabwean by culture, Bred a Zimbabwean, I love Zimbabwe! I love peace! I love unity! Ishe Chibvunza If Zimbabwe could recall that eventful day in 1980 at Lancaster House, I bet
John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam