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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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desperation.
A poem in desperation Its not how you imagine it lying at the bottom of a lake looking up at the sky, or sheltering from a storm in a ditch while working our imagination does not carry us that far nor does it leave us thinking we can’t.
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the Loneliness of Easter
The Loneliness of Easter Pilate: Pilate stared at the growing hostile mass. Alone he stands to be manipulated and called and crowded, til he falls and human justice is undone – that God’s justice is embedded in an empty tomb. The crowd: Together we are stronger and louder. Our strident calls for death echo…
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The Poisoned Butterfly
The Butterfly It lit on a leaf, unfurling those brushed fur wings, eye spots, golden in the sun and blue and white lacings, delicate and soft, light as feathers, downy dainty my delight. A tongue so fine sucks the sweetness of a treat, sown by the corn stretched meadows the man made poisoned wheat, the…
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Grace at the margins
He walked slowly in the crowd. Each person designated to call for help and hope and she touched the hem. He told stories of seeds and lilies, each person wanting more; gathering to hear and ask for heavenly wholeness. He shared his quiet space his moment with his Dad and thousands crowded near with fish…
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COP26 Where Land is Rare
Heard the bells of the churches and cathedrals calling ‘neath the waves in sadness, sorrow and raw regret. ————- I heard the bells of bicycles and front doors and a sound of the clocks, that ticked away the rising waters of ice ———- melt, as the sun’s strength grew, and indecisive leaders tried, and Canute…
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