Category: poetry
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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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The Ocean
Tis only the surface breathing giving life to the drowning. Light absorbing, lending, illuminating colour to those that caress the ocean floor. ——————- Occasionally lashing out whipping its face to a foaming fury, raging against the futility of standing against the deep poisoning of synthetic excrement: ————— Micro, macro, fishing lines and the essence of…
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Brexit Baker
The wind howls through the halls of power; a place where the theatre of lies and misled royals recalled by people and law, the ass has spoken, like Balaam’s donkey truth is told and angel tears drop in grace, from soft stone eyes as the portal to parliament is pushed aside, open hopeful ——————— on…
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Climate Strike!
The earth is like an old woman rattling her tin for coppers and hoping to buy a sandwich to keep body and soul together. ———————— Embarrassed they shuffle on passed and feign indifference while their minds adhere to the potency of power riven politics. ———————- Instead of coins though they make her pay more…
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Climate Strike!
The earth is like an old woman rattling her tin for coppers and hoping to buy a sandwich to keep body and soul together. ———————— Instead of coins though they make her pay more and more until her flesh has shrunken and her energy leeched. —————— No sandwich, no hope, then children loudly shout out,…
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SCREAM!!!!!
I want to scream from the deepest part in my belly filling every cell with rage and letting it out with a scream that will rattle windows and shake Westminster because ——————– I am so crushed to see it all happening again, the poor having putrified options, and the friend I once had informed that…
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Prorogue
A darkening shroud grows greater in our streets and lanes; as a government unvoted for decides their future and drags us along to a place of privilege poverty and oppression.
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Lost again.
Shouldering the shadows he shuffled the cards and dealt again directly, calming his mind in the mindless losing of his inheritance to his children as they watch hungry.
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Brexit
Ancient stories tell truths but modern ones lies. Are we called to hear but not to question? each of us thrilled to the sound of hope to be dashed by a creed of half starved children in containers in our streets. ———————— Sweet innocence sold for an ideology forced upon us by men and women…
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