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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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The law is a cruel ass
She lay still, unaware, unable to say, “No!” Unable to resist or scream, captive to their cowardly act. They took her fragile body, and their foul bodies, took her soul, and shredded it, violating her inner Sanctum, and then, ——————— She was battered again in media and courts, as they try to crush her, their…
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Desolation and Consolation
The syllables slipped out and fell through the whispering realms, making a gash in the side of hope and wounding the heart of love. ————————– It continued to wind its way past whitened wintry fields of wisdom, and flew innocent as thistledown crushing the cry of community. ————————————- It held children in evil places, laughed…
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It
Shiny metal, flawless finish, is moved along its production line, mirroring the faces of men and women pleased with progress and a pay cheque to provide for their children. ————- Packed in safety, protection paramount as It is ported away to prove Its worth, passing men and women overalled and busy in the cavernous warehouses.…
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Extinction
Tis the jolly, holly season when the leaves fall brown and children’s conker filled hands hide in their pockets, while many watch the decaying colours brighten the landscape. ————— While stacked stocks of stifling carbons wait their turn to saturate the air and of smooth the seasons out- ———————— Til, no frost and mist,…
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Oranges
Divided and split like rotting oranges, devoured by evil agendas taking away our choices, drawing savage lines, destroying freedoms, and imperilling peace. Denying community, using rivalry and rifts to build their stores, stacking shelves with our hope and stealing our safety and certainty so, then the future is filled with fears. ———————- Shall we sleepwalk …
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Trust
She lies in my arms, I trace the curve of her soft skin. Her long lashes sweep her cheek and she gives herself up to sleep, up to me; a gift of trust. My own eyes dimmed with the press of passing years and creased skin with laughter lines and low lids trembling with tears,…
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