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The Gower Pilgrim
The steps of ancients have walked this way, searching out for easement of earthly sorrows, seeking souls to bring to an earthy paradise or expiating their sins with hunger and sorrow, opening a way for newer treads of modern soles to journey through the patient places of Gower. —— Weary living brings the purposeful pilgrim,…
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Fascism
Generations crippled and controlled, controversially, cruel governments count the dead and silence the poor; while the elite count their moneys and parade themselves fortuitously in roles designating fearful fascism. Comprehensibly overtaking press and media manipulating and monitoring until the oppressed seek redress. —— Painfully the demonstrating populace, face the potential ruinous choice of punishment, to…
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Children matter more than guns.
The once kissed face unrecognisably their chlld, tiny hands, they touched, covered in drying blood, their little lungs filled with blood, their future stolen and their once loving hearts, overwhelmed died, sacrificed at the altar of the ‘Right To Bear Arms.’ —- Mothers broken by the news weep inconsolably, fathers fury chokes the tears back…
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The Partygate Dance
He danced for the scribes and the hypocrites, He danced for a tune taught by the oil rich, he danced for the women and danced for lust, he danced for the wealthy and danced for glee. === He danced against the laws and the protocols, he danced against the poor and the vulnerable, He danced…
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A voice in the Wilderness of War
Still he opened his throstle, and chanted his prayer, that despair will die and each root of hopefulness will bring grace
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Earth 2 or 3?
The gleaming metal shone in the sun as it plummeted towards the planet’s verdant surface, splashing into the bluest of blue seas, it bobbed quietly, rising and falling with the waves. A gap appears near the top and emerging from the darkness into the light came figures, each stood shaking on wobbly legs fell into…
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Cancerous Greed.
He held tightly to the statement of his wealth groaning as he saw the fulsome figures falling, wondering how he’d keep his balding head up as he flounders int he dust of only multi-millions. —– She held tightly to the small wad of new notes, freshly received from the ATM and felt thrilled to have…
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War on Refugees
Now politicians think up wicked schemes and plot to send them to countries violating human rights, spending our money to perpetrate crimes against humanity, binding them in chains and sending them away to suffer more, be killed and so Pilate Patel washes her hands.
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The Early Purple Orchid
A robin puffed its red breast and sang for the joy of the day, while down below a glorious sight. —- It stood tall, admiring the view, sparkling waters and sun caressed bluebells. —- Its flowers opening to the ever-present bees, and deep in the earth the bulb, which died to give it birth is…
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Resurrection and Reconciliation
—— Do you love me, Peter? Feed my lambs. do you love me, Peter? Lead my sheep. Do you love me, Peter? Feed my sheep. —– He lifted up his hands and the nail holes showed clear, the scars on his forehead from the scorn of thorns, and he blessed the denial and dread in…
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