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Thoughts on war


Thoughts on war,
And bombs,
And killing…
When we
Do this
We are
Never winning!
How could
Stooping to
Such depravity
Ever be
An answer actually?
It costs
So much,
Bazillions of dollars,
To build weapons
That don’t
Make us smarter,
But rather
Harm us
Over and over.
And honestly,
As a mother,
I’ve begun
To wonder
How come
We haven’t come up
With some way
To bring peace?
I’m not down
With old solutions
Any longer.
Seriously, cartoons
For kids have
Taught me more
Creatively to deal
With these messes.
With all that money,
Let’s try
Something else
To stop the
Stupid tantrums
Of grown men.
For goodness sake,
Someone give
Them a time-out
Before the whole world
Becomes a battleground.
Like how about
An airdropped dome
That covers over
War zones,
Then squeezes out
Jelly or foam
That slows down
All trigger fingers
And silences guns…
How about a
Rebounding rubber wall
That deflects ammunitions
And ricochets bullets
Back upon them all.
If they insist on
Firing bombs and shells,
They’ll only end up
Hurting themselves…
Or perhaps
A shower of sleepy rain,
To put to bed
All those mean,
So they can be
And detained
And get reeducated
Before or if
They ever get
To leave again…
Or maybe we
Could drop a zillion
Love letters,
To tell enemies
Of a life that’s better…
Could it be
That these we fear
Really need love
Not bloodshed?
Perhaps a tank
Built indestructible
Moves in and
Plays something musical
That sings of
Hope and harmony,
And brings balloons
And cotton candy…
Perhaps we need
Some sort of
Super suit that
Spits out goop
To slip up those
Who try to shoot,
And guns that
Blasts out bubblegum…
Maybe you can
Think of ways
That could work
And still be fun?
Seriously, I’m sick
Of pointless war,
And doubly so
Over options
Doubtlessly, it
Should be asked
Of our kids,
How we could
Better handle it?
Because I’m certain
They’ve got the
Bright ideas
That could
Cease all fire
And return all peace.
Perhaps I’m just
A pacifist,
Or maybe I’m
An optimist
To think that
Terror groups
That threaten
Could be stopped
With happier and
Less costly methods.
I don’t mean
To belittle
The sacrifice
Of men who
Already laid down
Their lives
Using the only
Methods known
To them then,
But can’t we
Perhaps progress
Further than
Where they left off,
To see a
Better end
Than death
And death
And death
And death…?
There’s just got
To be a kinder way.
At least that’s
What I hope
And suggest today.
Two wrongs never
Make it right!
I just want to
Offer love,
And love,
Love is the answer
To stop all fight.

© Keely Myles
March 2, 2015

“You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven. For he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.” ~Matthew 5:43-45 (Jesus)

“He shall judge between the nations,
    and shall decide disputes for many peoples;
and they shall beat their swords into plowshares,
    and their spears into pruning hooks;
nation shall not lift up sword against nation,
    neither shall they learn war anymore.” ~Isaiah 2:4


A keeper


A keeper
Of love
A keeper
Of light
A keeper
Of lullabies
All through the night
A keeper
Of joy
A keeper
Of hope
A keeper
Of softness
That almost glows
A keeper
Of warmth
A keeper
Of peace
A keeper
Of goodness
Ever so sweet
A keeper
Of kindness
A keeper
Of faith
A keeper
Of God’s
Tender embrace

© Keely Myles
November 27, 2014

Never Mine


They were never mine to keep,

Though I nursed them from my breast,

Though I kissed them in their sleep,

Though I gave my very best.


They were never mine forever,

Though I wiped each fevered head,

Though I was their constant helper,

Though I kept them amply fed.


No, they belong to their true Maker,

Though He entrusted me with their lives.

Their Father in heaven is still greater;

They’ve been His since before all time.


Yes, they belong each to Father God,

Though in my womb He knit them.

They were formed first with His thought;

He knows their beginning and their end.


So I give them back again to Him

Though it’s hard to let them go.

They were never really mine;

He will keep and love them evermore.


© Keely Myles 2014/15

~ Psalm 139:13-16 ~
“For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it full well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
When I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.”

~ John 10:28-29 ~
“I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.
My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all, and no one is able to snatch them out
of the Father’s hand.”


Just Goodness


Some people shape thought
Parents, teachers, musicians
They write on the soul

Children are sponges
Let them soak in just goodness
Sun, food, water, love

Let them dance and sing
Give them fullest offering
Life that let’s them grow

© Keely Myles
August 10, 2014


Raffi and me! This summer I was truly delighted to meet a man who’s voice often echoed in the background of my childhood. 😀

m o t h e r s

comfortable mothersIMG_5752
who sleep and walk
in leggings

content mothers
who stand eating leftovers
for breakfast

natural mothers
who lick their thumbs
to wipe cheeks

relaxed mothers
who welcome guests
to laundry piles

creative mothers
who turn asparagus
into airplanes

adventurous mothers
who climb trees and eat
off floors

happy mothers
who bend and smile
at broken schedules

different mothers
who are only in boxes
with magic markers

intellectual mothers
who learn lessons given
by their children

beautiful mothers
who have insides
both soft and strong

© keely myles
may 29, 2014