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Cold Hearts
They know it is wrong, the science is clear, but prefer high profile jobs to turning the tide? They hang on their hearts, the voices of children, but hungry oil and coal eats its way into their homes, hopes, failed harvests and he denies with sown seeds of power. So, head’s together they ignore truth…
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Christmas Threatened- Bah Humbug ?
She reached for the plain bread to lay it out. One slice each with beans off a far Foodbank. The disappointed children eat without pleasure, and look with eyes that show meagre years of Tory rule. ==== The face of plenty stares at them from the news- paper stand – jolly eyes like Santa with…
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Street Children
Shivering they silently stood outside, ever and always outside of all that is. They waited until a voice kindled the terror they remembered, and fowl money passed hands dirtying the innocence of a four year old child. ——— The others encouraged them to go in and accept that to survive is to strive and…
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House Martins in the Heights.
Swerving, circling, swiftly passing, peeling off, synchronised flying; feeling their freedom, it so thrills my soul, sharply they turn and soar to great heights, where spaces are clear, free and kind. —— Swooping, skating over the grasses gracing the top of Graig Fan Las and Bwlch Y Ddwyallt. Rising to the giddying heights of Cribyn…
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Afghanistan’s Wreath
Pontificating blaggards, blanketing women and blocking their tear filled pleas, and bludgeoning plunging humble hopes. — Praising their own bravery building a uniformity so bleakly fragile lives under policing of sexuality, face punishment lash and death. —— Politicising injustice runs through the land, Like the curling freezing fog of late Autumn, Killing the chilling life…
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Love
Those eyes, I look and see myself as he does, He stares back with leisurely love, It never wavers, Each tiny cell speaking peace, Each lash and brow saying, “Hush.” Challenged I watch those eyes that watched the children play, and Blessed them, turned to the blind and dumb, and healed them, looked into the…
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It started so well.
Alone, silently, a cell splits on a planet, cold and bleak, traces of life beginning fragile, hopeful and a stirring of a sigh. —- Then others mutate and movements starts as the urge to live, to create and to be but changes the barren land and sea and sky. — Slowly, creeping, altering organisms are…
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Money Paces the Action.
Money Paces the Action. The turbid water struggled down the sluggish stream, filling my mind with the conflicting consequences of completed actions repugnant to life, like the stagnant putrid puddles steamy with slimy sewage by the bank.
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Terror
I wake, in early hours with gloomy meanderings. A spiky virus wanders through and I watch it despairing that it will ever quieten and agree. Then a forest aflame floats searing my vision, cresting the wave of self destruction as each carboniferous death of a carbon absorber. —- I slip sleepily into the comforting sounds…
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