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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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He was my Brother
I remember growing up and looking up as he towered over me cared for me and loved me It was not his fault that he was left handed. Keck handed the schools said, as they tied his hand behind his back and bade him use their right hand. ———————– The righting, in front of peers…
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50 NOW AND 50 LATER
The tears trickled and she held her head in deep darkling dread, her shrunken self hardly visible under bloody bindings. ——————– The stinging pain of the lash and the blood churning brutality of her tormentors tempering hatred with terror. ——————– ‘Why curse me with the courage to counter them? Look, I’m just a bag of…
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Richard and Nazanin
For Richard and Nazanin They will starve, the world watching His skin bruised by the years of Loneliness and deprivation Of his family. ———————– Her song of a deathly fast To cry for freedom and To be with her loved ones To walk to the park and Play on the swings with her Beautiful beloved…
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The Bee Loud Glade of death
The yellow striped torso caught the sun, revealing the trembling tiny hairs and fragile filigree wings working with God to nurture nature, and so —- the bee flew over the fence to the fragile flowers opening to the sun, and heard the happy buzzing of harvest; as he sipped sweetness of stamens and —- packed…
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Bodies in the Waves.
The boy stood on the burning deck sun scorching skin and salt seared lips, and still she stood and still he searched til a shocking shout, “Bloody hell!” “We’ve found them!” ——————————— An ark of horror, a wallowing craft sinking slowly, and bodies bobbing and cherished children, and wounded women, wracked and weary, staring in…
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The Blackbird
The blackbird sang his troubled song so loud and urgent – Calling calling. Where is his brown beauty? Was she the one we found flown her body to rest near the Holy one? And his cry goes on and his tender tearless eyes search for his beloved in vain.
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