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IN REALITY
IN REALITY
Have you .. . . .
*ever reached or prayed for something only to find it not there
*ever had dreams that ended in despair
*ever experienced sickness and learned there is no warmth or joy
*had knowledge of adverse thoughts where there is no equality
*understood suspicion only creates distrust
*ever questioned authority or looked beyond black and white
Accused, abused and torn apart
inspected and dissected without resolution
it’s frailty exposed . . . for
healthcare guidelines change
new rules confuse and appear to delude
A change is coming, moving quietly
a disease with no antidote
The roads been traveled,
not to a solution for now skepticism is your mask
suspicion now shines in the eyes of our healers
once the untouchable leaders hiding behind this uncertainty
afraid to speak
struggling both inwardly and out
Little do we know; our caretakers too,
are involved in this plight
between our current
fragmented health care system
we must understand their dilemma
along with our own
To remain quiet, not listen or seek to see
concessions cannot succeed
there’s no winners, only weakness is its aftermath
If the government succeeds
in dismantling delivery of our healthcare
we will be the ones
suffering the aftermath,
and losing the greatest gift of all . . .
our right to the choice of care . ..
The wall of fear, this invisible shield
needs to be challenged again to heal
Linda Tofanelli 2006
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LOVE
LOVE
In the name of love
truth or lie changes so many lives.
Words of love, devotion and trust
gentle and profound
secrets together buried deep,
inner fortitude so sweet.
Is it a game to end in pain
from right to wrong?
Understand
there’s no winners
the only weakness is it’s aftermath
for
love can be fragile
if misconstrued,
can easily be broken and shattered in two.
Tears fall, motivating fears begin,
For in pain we’re all the same.
Self confidence to a fool.
Will it be seclusion or revenge?
Depends on your mind and the thoughts within.
Linda Tofanelli 2005
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DESTINY
DESTINY
An unknown fate
wakes the soul.
A lost love fades away,
friendships once strong
now distant and forever gone.
With naivete we think
minds will bend,
will think the same in the end.
Deceiving lies spoken again
breeding seedlings,
waiting still
ready to wake.
Life's not a blackboard continually being erased
So much to lose
what does it take?
Linda Tofanelli 2005
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SOULS IN MOURNING
SOULS IN MOURNING
Merciless terror
deadly and deep.
Live not in fear?
a disillusion pretense lurks near
Some will their eyes not to see
hoping this endeavor keeps them free.
From shrouded fiends willing to strike will the unwilling, too, be made to fight
The world grieves,
eras of hatred
never forget
mourn the helpless souls
caught in their tangled web
Linda Tofanelli, 2005
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Envision Peace
Time moves on,
nothing has changed
in a world
unable to communicate. Eternal fighting, dying,
diverse nations seeking a need,
another time, a different reason. Dominance remains,
for naïve once so good
now transparent and understood. Imagine a dream becoming a reality,
the value of it seldom known.
Agree, it's a fallacy and
never will we.
For ever, these hostilities remain
Perspectives need to be viewed
not to agree
but to be feasibly understood.
To envision peace
is easy to do,
becoming reality,
remains an uncertainty.
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WITHOUT FEAR OF CONTRADICTION
Without fear of contradiction
under parallel bars that have taught us
to move onward, in the path of prosperity,
as a nation living under our symbol of freedom
symbolizing centuries of trouble upward
fighting for liberty and humanity
a flag of your fathers, children and children’s children yet unborn
an emblem for all, a perfection;
yet for some it may seem difficult
as cruel injustice still stands between equal rights for everyone
bunting made of red, white and blue
free of blaspheme and disregard
unashamed to gaze in the arms of serenity
for all the signs and symbols the world has known,
there is none so full of meaning as the
gentle folds of the Flag of our country.
Linda Tofanelli 2006
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TAPS
Taps
The bugle plays at dawn, the beginning of a new day
fear the bugle mid-day
"Day is done,
Gone the Sun
From the lakes
From the Hills
From the sky
All is well
Safely rest
God is nigh"
S i l e n c e
Make it go away
it’s not the sound one wants to hear
for the weary body is not resting after a grueling day
hush the sound,
make it go away
our brothers and sisters
precious
protected from dangers cast their way,
guarded from sickness,
kisses and love always
made the hurt go away
s i l e n c e t h e b u g l e
"Fading light
Dims the sight
And a star
Gems the sky
Gleaming bright
From afar
Drawing nigh
Falls the night"
you know what it conveys
people are talking
you hear not what they say
the gentle breeze does not free
and the sound is not sweet,
with closed eyes one can I see
the ominous storm that does not leave
bury the bugle , silence the fear
let there be dawn with no ocean of tears
"Thanks and praise.
For our days
Neath the sun
Neath the stars
Neath the sky
As we go
This we know
God is nigh"
The haunting melody, we now know as "Taps" used at military funerals was born
Reportedly , it all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia . The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.
During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment.
When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead.
The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the Confederate Army.
The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted.
The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral.
The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate.
But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician.
The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform.
This wish was granted.
Linda Tofanelli
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THE UNKNOWN'S COVET CLOSE AT HAND
A veil of insecurity passes the day
the unknown’s covet close at hand.
As disconcerting news never ends
safety becomes a guessing game.
The mind is vulnerable and awake,
evening depicts a false calm,
yet, needed rest will not come.
For many, it’s easy to withdraw,
not worry at all,
a travesty to pretend the enemy will go away.
Standing mutely in the shadows
won’t insure our country’s safe,
a deception to believe this instability will fade away.
THE UNKNOWN'S COVET CLOSE AT HAND
Linda Tofanelli 2006
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IT'S WRONG
IT’S WRONG
Naivety against inbred contempt cannot survive.
How do you abort the syndrome inside?
A source of endurance diminishes to stealing,
murder, for survival in a country filled with hatred and war,
or a nation so poor.
Question the reason being dealt such a fate;
endure by any means.
Fate and survival embroils the wrong.
Silent stares, closed doors, lost opportunities
living with disease, being disabled or marred
sense it, taste and feel it, it’s wrong.
Envelope silently sealed, conclusions complete;
ethnic group, residence, monetary position
as deciding factors equals wrong.
Misfortune, just another’s gain,
right or wrong, who decides what’s fair and not?
Justify the wrongs, how can it be done?
Life’s journey sweet or harsh
can never be equal or fair.
It’s wrong!
Yet, the battle isn’t over;
new days ahead.
Can we repair the destruction done?
Linda Tofanelli 2007
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MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU
Morning brings no brightness
as darkness gradually fades
happiness has unexpectedly been taken away.
My mind is vulnerable and awake
making decisions you used to make.
So much time has passed,
poignant images
of memories buried deep
once more eradicate needed sleep.
Independent and strong,
blindly not wanting to see
the youth's been waning each time we meet.
Though years have passed
love's agonizing pain is near.
Death's door opened my eyes
you, too, now leave my side.
Linda Tofanellii--December 16, 2007
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DARKNESS HAS FALLEN
DARKNESS HAS FALLEN
Darkness has fallen, so many weep
You've been taken away from us
Agonizing pain, love brings
No more hurt will you endure
embrace your loved ones who have been waiting for you
Through the pain and laughter we shared
We always knew you were there
Suddenly, for all you held in your heart
there is silence
Except the strength of your love
Will never weaken
Until we’re together again
With us, forever you will be
Linda Tofanelli December 16, 2007
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NOW SILENCE
Now Silence
Words of love I thought I knew
but
occupying my mind
are embedded visions
with thoughts of you
Brief encounters
words of love and devotion never spoken
no promises to keep
feelings were always buried deep
These words of love I thought I knew
days scurry by, years past
hurried lifestyle
so much to do, no time to waste
and then along came you
now, whatever I do,
can’t erase images of you
Precious loving times alone with you
the depth of your eyes looking within
two souls, total abandonment with nothing to hide
such a profound experience for you and I
Mental visions replayed and renewed
a silent picture plays on of you
Words of love I now perceive
for you touched a part of me,
a place no other dared to be
Linda Tofanelli 2008
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IS THIS THE END?
IS THIS THE END?
Our existence leads us astray
centuries on earth
erroneous footsteps taken
like quicksand
deeper it goes with little escape
anger fuels deep in the soul
and envy's deceit continues to grow
The yearn for power continues to resurrect
slowly we die in a promised land
misdeeds seem to escape
deepening an endless delusion
Sovereignty so pure
formation and principles courageously fought
wanting to believe but the apparition continues to grow
leaving in its path a destructive end
The message is clear - can't you hear
a facade of our livelihood for
words and trust have become a delusion
will we let it end..... only to begin again?
Linda Tofanelli 2009
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LINDA TOFANELLI---July 2009
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THE FALLACY
Concious deception fuels more duplication
In time, fabricating a model of conduct
History demonstrates...
from the turmoil of civil war,
and society's instability
the Roman Empire ruled
Western civilization emerged
born from the Roman rule
across the globe
Socialism's evil decree
Society, dependent on individuals
creating the picture
remains passive
for a time
Stepping stones to a fallacy
Threads of exploitation
thwart and undermine
government's power-
this authority
If citizens permit,
these suppressed feelings
and challenges unmet by society,
continue to grow
Fear what may become,
for
one step at a time
regime's begin
A fallacy,
or a change
if not now, when.
Linda Tofanelli 2010
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RAISING THE AMERICAN FLAG ON SURABACHI,IWO JIMA [WWII]
This poem reflects the Editor's [Linda Tofanelli] feelings, in poetic form, after reading "Flag of Our Fathers." by James Bradley. Bradley's book is based on the post-war life [WWII] of the US Marines and US Army soldiers who helped raise the American Flag on Mount Surabachi, on the Island of IWO JIMA, after it was taken from the Japanese defenders at a cost of several thousand killed and wounded US Marines and US Army troops.
Mount Suribachi,
Portraying verification of a wrong identity
secrets suppressed now free
a trunk shut tight now open
revealing the truth's inside
This complexity, the invisible line
a need to know what was never told
So long ago .... now brought to life pages of information
absorbed as slowly read
the buried, the burden exposed
to keep quiet, how can it be
not rightly honoring he
All those hurt and dying on soiled land
the battle of Mount Suribachi,
fighting and praying , knowing
the security of peace never again
Feeling the deception, while fighting demons inside
no way to escape ongoing nightmares
happy to be alive, yet the gnawing guilt, why wasn't it I ?
Pray for the boy, the man,
those hero's deserve tribute
In the aftermath of their torment on land
Linda Tofanelli August 2010
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