Category: poetry
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Too Late?
The flowers wilt on the wracked earth, there are no buzzing bees, temperatures soar untempered, children stare out of thin slits, curtains, closed against the searing sun. – It was an emergency, now it emerges change was too late. Nothing growing on the farms where water has long been gone. — It was an emergency,…
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Healing Birds:
The cloud had darkened, and the lane lengthened, as my dragging feet walked the dusty way home. My fears were growing and the worry charging my mind with images and misery. The news was bad. == A person walks on and carries with them their past, the nightmares and traumas, failures and fears grasp the…
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Just updating
Word press updates my blog, Oh no your emails I do not see I wanted to tell them but Oh blow! they’re are flighty as a bee.
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Protest
Protest How do you raise a flag for Britain when our own bulldog bites back? How do you take back our blighted land when our government’s harsh hand is to make us like a dictatorship? — Their traitorship looms and grimly looks out at portholes of misery, on tyranny, and the duplicity of the mystery…
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Brexit lies destroy
It was a fallacy that ate at his soul. no one had explained it. But its toll was breaking his heart and the children’s home. As the money mounted in his loan. —— She was hoping that it was not true as she eyed the data of what is due, Each tiny zero was impossibly…
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Echoes
Absorbed he bent his head, listening, to hear the echoes of days past and hearing nothing, lapses into sleep where he is young again, yearning. ————————- She was there laughing, but with no name and waking he frustratedly tugged the rug, warmly wrapping his legs which no longer walked his way.…
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The Passionate Waterfall
The strumming of the running stream, jumped and blundered, sloshing over rocks and boulders in its way, til toppling lavishly, like lovers flinging caution ————————— to a wrestling wind, it waits and then as an angel it falls, slowing motion, creating rainbows, raindrops, rushing, thundering as it collapses and crashes ——————- into a waiting pool…
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A Thought
A thought is but a fleeting moment in time, that like water slips into the small spaces and trickling through pervading the whole with its denigration or delight, hate or hope. ————————– The trickling consequences of biased thinking, busily blinds the sighted, and bruises the beauty of the hated, hunted, harried, human now bowed down…
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Children in Chains
Proudly the traders stood, as the ship came to port, T’was in Bristol, not so long ago whence they came, Each full of self importance, watching their black gold thrust from the very bowels of a boat to hell. —————— They stood in chains, naked, on show, picked over. Each body demonstrated to the purchasers…
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I am no Victim
I was a Victim I am no victim, not any more. He ruined my life took my innocence, I was deceived and it tried to destroy the life in me. Others saw my weakness, But, I will not let them be something that rules me, it erases my expectations it ruins my outlook or confidence…
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