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Why?
Why do some men like guns so easily? women too. Why do terrible bombs fall so easily? drones too. Why does genocide appeal so easily? murder too. Why do my salted tears come so easily? my grief too. Will killers never know that the pain of others is theirs too?
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The Boat of Fools
A tiny craft floated oblivious on the bloodied water; while there, under them, pale, oppressed, sad people, the boat pushes its way through bloated bodies, still ignoring the calls for help, clinging to their future.. — On that boat, warm, fed, clothed and safe they ply their inward thinking, eyes turned towards treasure, making arms,…
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Forgiveness Costs
The author of forgiveness saw this blue planet as so, loving the troubled earth with paid for patience though, speaking through the earthquakes, fires and lightnings, was steadfast through shifting of huge teutonic plates breathed living spirit released the power of oxygen, and steadfastly refused to give up on humans hates. —- Millenia passed, filling…
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Autumn Grief
There was a time, I remember it well, When Autumn leaves and frosty grass meant warm home welcome and tasty hot food. That was then and this now. Heating’s off, bread is cheaper and hot meals spin the ever greedy meter. — Yet, its the same for them, the oil rich climate changers, coal fired…
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Sacred Sunrise
The candles burned brightly in the temple, repaired the curtains and ordered the day, while down in the fields a body, dead lay. ——– Relieved they slept through a golden dawn and missed the signs that God was about, missed the glory of dying being bested. ——- The sun burnished creation that morning and made…
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Grace in the Waiting
Dissolving margins take me deeper into the desolation of the soul, with each moment long, I find my life weariness increasing the hole in my thinking. ——– Tears thicken in my eyes where the sight is strained by searching, my heart is like a rock as if the spirit’s flown leaving me lurching on its…
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The Barn Owl
Motionless but for a revolving head, waiting palely, a faint outline in the brooding darkness suddenly rends the air with a psycho scream, penetrating, threatening. —— A ghostly flight as it sweeps the ground waiting silently, a sentinel of the dying light, seeking the future through scampering feet, blood for a scavenger’s brood. ——/ White against the…
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Prayer on the Front Line.
I pray for Ukraine, that each blade of grass, flowers, bees and beetles, birds and butterflies . —- I pray for their protection against the avalanche of violence and vile destruction. —– I pray for each small child, girl or boy, their school, hospital, park and their climbing tree. ——- I pray for their safety,…
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Plastic Warfare
The clouds floated on the face of the water, which flowed silently under branches of trees. Nothing moved nothing stirred but the grey water. ———————- Up above the sun shone cloaking the trees in burning heat and searing the ground; charring the last vestiges of grass that were not burned by the salt laced stream.…
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The Blue Tit
The darting cobalt blue, streak of yellow gold swiftly passes snatching tasty seed then – flees to hide, green amongst the laurel leaves which tremble and close in its wake. —– Peeping out eye bright, he fixes upon a nutty gem. The seething bush releasing a wild friend, who like a salmon leaping over a…
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Lord, did they hurt you?
Lord, Was their pain in your heart as they told you, “Goodbye!” They didn’t want your way nor wrestle, with things you say. Lord, did they hurt you when they walked away? And the women you helped who followed their men, turning their backs on ways that restored dignity again. Lord, did they hurt you…
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What price a Child’s Life?
The soft skin dries, amongst new Mum sighs, and Dad is keen to play his role and so the child grows their soul. ====== The sibilant tweeting of birds in the garden flow around them, sleeping without fear of men, til sound becomes words and their mind can think, and so they learn that their…
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For Txia and Greta
She slips through the trees she calls home, and gathering, her kin hear of far off shores and stores of chocolates and fine clothes. They hear of children calling for a future and the adults who listen not. They lament with solemnity the proclivity of the adults unphased by the climate disaster. And a love…
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Tyranny
He yawns and suborns. He snores breaks the laws. Watching the world waits and wonders, will it ever end or will he make them bend again and again to suit his rules, and calls them fools, as he laughs and sneers behind their listening ears. The homeless are in the gutter because that is his…
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The Jet Set at COP26.
Bleakly I watched the rain coursing down, as if forcing into our cold comfort house, where gas is becoming as rare as the meat on our plated meals, we try to manage for the health of the earth, for sealed promises for it to become a healed place, where each and every child can be…
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Space to think.
I looked up to see a myriad moments of pulsing stars, my icy breath the soul cloud between us, and my fingers reach out to touch and feeling only cold, my heart sinks; for I was alone, an abyss between me and the borrowed lights. — And the darkness grows around me as I lie…
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COP26 and the voice of the poor!
Their home was bleak and emptied of all the webs of life that hold us together, seated on the dirt floor they drifted in their thoughts while holding hands, their bulging bellies swollen with starvation were moving beyond the human need of hunger and care, to a place where they lay down and let…
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