Human Family Picnic Poem by Robert Charles Howard

And Universal Love, released from her chains, Would walk free in every land....exactly what the doctor ordered! ! ! ...i wish all you wrote would be true...and Robert, you forgot Hinduism which is the 3rd largest religion in the world...a well written poem with good flow and an appropriate topic for today...love...nalini

Kee Thampi (8/9/2006 12: 43: 00 AM) | Delete this message Brothers, sisters and cousins, You are all images of your creator. Every unholy war slashes the face of God And there is no other kind. Come, cast your savage pride to the flames And live! ” This poet Robert Howard seems the most talented poet with a great vision for humanbrotherhood. The great spiraling of this Godly Gospel is his kind hearted verse of great words.

Robert, I like the emphasis on 'pride.' I'd say pride is the very barrier which prevents such a 'Human Family Picnic' from occuring in the first place. Great write and wishful thinking! Brian

A very noble vision.Robert. We are all human beings regardless of race, color or creed. I like this Irish proverb, 'It is in the shelter of each other that the people live..' Take care. Regards, sandra

There is magic in every words you print, Sir. There is a strong message you conveyed here..and that is pride.. the greatest sin of man. I am glad that in the end, love was spread.I love every words here, i love the flow..it is gentle.it shows the personality you have..Thanks for sharing..

This is a lovely dream, Robert....Laura Nyro wrote a song called 'Stone Soul Picnic' - kind of reminds me of the feeling I get whenever I listen to this song. I wonder...I wonder....if there shall ever be peace in the valley, someday? ? ? Thanks for sharing this. Lovely, lovely, lovely.

An idealist and a musician! There is music in your pen and optimism shines between the lines. Wonderful work. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I love this. The narration speaks of a philosophy of 'one kind'. There is no hippy-drppyness to this it is a straight forward statement of ideals. I could say I feel a lot for this because it fits in with my outlook, but that would be narrow-minded and ignoring the skill that is employed within the narration. Wilst lacking rhyme it has a feeling of rhymeness to it: the line rhyme but they don't, it just feels that way. This is a great crafted piece my friend.

Title and the poem almost an adore......very compassionate! this human family picnic is very helpful to see each other's fragile heart.......but the problem is the location? These lunatics bombarded the whole world.