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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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Isolating Hell.
She breathed onto the window, and stared as the steam smeared her view, slowly dissolving to droplets dawdling down the pane and puddling. ————————– Her eyes were stretched. She shook from the horror of knowing, that he was here all day, all night by order of the British government. —————————– A Pandora’s box opened by…
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Be prepared.
We are running and rushing towards an abyss of blockbuster proportions, no one is fully facing to be properly prepared for what may be. We shoot off our stinking guns and starve children, we battle for land and barter the lives of our brethren, while, waiting a virus wrests from us our…
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The Caress of Nature
I sat beneath the boughs of the cherry blossom and felt its touch as light as a doves feather, it drifted down and traced its path down my cheek, and lay for a moment embracing me with a ———————- sweetness of a caress that called to me to become as light, reaching out with the…
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Death in the dark.
It happened in the night as the golden owl glided by and the scuttling of tiny mice scrabbling in the earth for food. ——————– The flowers slept and the trees were quiet. The swollen stream washed their roots and the rain rolled down in rippling rivulets. ———————— The silent drifting by of a fox, its…
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Antidote – The Elephant in the Room
There was an elephant, oh so big, t’was rather proud of his twirling trunk he trumpeted triumphantly til the noise threatened all, he said they stunk. —————- He flung it far from side to side and lifted slippery trees and stuff and sweetly smiled his toothy grin, decidedly drunk on being so tough. ———————- When…
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Policing the Till
She sat at her till and stared sufferingly at the cascade coffee boxes and cans and counting them carefully speaking kindly, she said, “No.” —————— Her pinched features pulling at her ready smile, she stopped the stockpiling and stealing of food from fellow folk who see only empty shelves. ——————– Words fall from her weary…
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