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Christmas, what’s the point?
The lonely are lonelier, the poor – even poorer, the weak are slowly weaker, the spoiled are so spoiled. And there is a place where you are either outside or in. And no- one asks you to enter. —– The sad are even sadder, the glad somewhat gladder, the fearful – more fearing. The workers…
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Mercilessly the virus pursues us and prunes life on earth, Masks are worn and relationships torn and born on the net. Massive queues by the hospital to see the overworked staff. Moment by moment worsening ’til Covid conversations are Mixed with Christmas Greetings and curtains closely drawn. —— Many people are working to avoid the…
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Carbon kills.
With stick thin legs and bellies swollen, they remembered their playing in grass, hide and seek around trees and cattle beside the flowing watery tracks of the recent rain; that washed the earth and egged on the good, growing grain. ——- Rain still falls on someone else’s land, in a place where fridges are full…
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Party time for some!
Its party time for clowns, jumping around he laughs, drinking long deep draughts, while they giggle o’er jokes and their gaffes. —- Outside the folk stay in, the rules for others thin, no invitations in the nation apart for the leading loon and his pally kin. —— jostling and singing along, playing games of ping…
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Breaking the poor to pay the rich.
There, in the place of privilege and parliament, she held the flame high. And showed clearly the darkness that assaults the poor and divided David Cameron’s almost managing ’til their larders are emptied of succour and their frightful futures fixed with a hasty handful of wealth cultivated wishes. ——- Although this time the poor are…
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The Mystery of Life
The particles, embodying life flew ever outwards, light shattering rocks in a star flung emptiness. Hope burned into balls of molten fire and furnaces that lit the shadows of planets: where mortality was born. And out of nothing single cells formed from beauty into an ordering, startling the biologists and puzzling them with their intricacies…
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Tears
I bit into my chocolate, and the thoughts began to percolate. I tasted the milkiness and bittersweetness and sighed and cried inside my body – where the need’s nourishment not this punishment as the weak, hungry child in my mind’s eye dies. —– I do not mean to deride the pride we have in our…
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What price a Child’s Life?
The soft skin dries, amongst new Mum sighs, and Dad is keen to play his role and so the child grows their soul. ====== The sibilant tweeting of birds in the garden flow around them, sleeping without fear of men, til sound becomes words and their mind can think, and so they learn that their…
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For Txia and Greta
She slips through the trees she calls home, and gathering, her kin hear of far off shores and stores of chocolates and fine clothes. They hear of children calling for a future and the adults who listen not. They lament with solemnity the proclivity of the adults unphased by the climate disaster. And a love…
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