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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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Fy Nghariad/ My love
Fy Nghariad – My love The words trip off the tongue, and write the limits of choice each thought a myriad possibilities, impossibly wanting a voice ——————— to describe a man of character, whose heart is known to more because of grateful generosity of his willingness to feel —————– their pain, and hold it in…
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The Nativity
She bent over in agony and rage, the pain in her belly burrowing into her head and heart, her soul, while the farting animals watched. ———————- Her stolen insides were hardening as she fought with her body to bring to the light a boy that would one day fight with his own ——————— high on…
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Ice Sculpture
It wasn’t the ice sculpture nor the misinformation, it was his contact disregard for his position of power, irresponsibility of a man, who followed footprints he cannot fill, by breaking the long lived traditions of careful civility and his bad behaviour bringing him points and votes, as we lower our setting standards for extreme politics…
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Rule Britain
Sugar coated conundrums cast out of royalties empty promises, listing, the ship of fools sails out into the misty metaphors of a future fading into foreboding – ——————————— of a time where the happy smiles, are those whose wiles have won them influences, that capitalise their assets and bring ample riches. ———————————— Today would be…
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Tech
I crawled along the corridor of life carrying the cogent plans of the clever whose want is to waken us instantly, look at messages from every corner of the earth on themes and memes and news and queues of things they want us to know. ——————- The weight wormed into my back and heart,…
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Prophesy!
It isn’t hard to prophesy doom and galloping gloom from an easy chair or a prison cell, when we delight in digging into trenches of opinions and weigh in with bombs, while profits are purloined and people pushed to the precipices. ———————————– ‘It will all end in tears,’ trivially trips off tongues, and falls on…
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