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The Gethsemane of the last Supper
Blood, boils, frogs, hail, came the children’s cries, and soft silence as they remembered the first born sons – like me, he thought and will I be recalled? He watched their faces, joined in the swell, but shakily. His last feast with his family of meandering men and wise women before violence and death. —-…
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Palm Sunday
As we enter into the winter of our discontent the Son of God rides into Jerusalem on the back of a donkey that was wild; until he felt the touch of the Christ child grown. Like the unridden, but bidden that we are, to be broken in by the gentle touch of hands that were…
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Blindness Threatens
I open my eyes and look to the dark, thick coils swirl across the vague lit ceiling of my changing eyesight and I imagine all sorts of things are there floating just outside my vision’s night. —– I wonder at the others who lie awake and test their eyes against the lies of day, and…
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The Tithes of Prejudice
They tenderly picked up her body, wonderfully made, brutally murdered, Her intelligence snuffed out, her wisdom lost, her mothering care gone. Society wept, crying against the constant bombardment of hate, hate, hate, spoken through the media social, the radio, the speeches and the street, as it wielded a gun, killed her, willed her death, for…
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Then, Now and Tomorrow
I sat beneath the boughs of a tree, once, and watched the crowds go by. Dressed warmly against the cold, bright coloured scarves, boots and shoes, and even sand- als displayed beneath shorts of a wry hard man, displaying his hairy legs and muscles against the hoar, raw frosts on the brown, bare, sleeping,…
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#MeToo Reclaim the Streets
beastly distance as they cruelly chant, they swore, called us whores and aimed at our cores where we kowtow to a male society, that never passes any laws. do the police even try to work for our cause, show them iron doors close their jaws, quieten their roars, for men
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The Harrowing of Hell
Is it within, without, was it always someone else’s tool that they used to abuse, confuse and cruise their hate through another’s quick crisis. ——- Hell hath no fury? Give them hell. Hell is – other people said Sartre, The road to hell is paved with – good intentions. I felt like hell; are ——-…
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The Pain of Womanhood
What has brought women so low that they feed on a male’s unsubstantiated flow and subverted praise.
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Creation groans.
The bounteous skin of the earth corrupted, its bones break through, bleaching in the sun-
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Anti-vax
The brutal bombs pounded the city, shrapnel flew and pierced each animal, plant, person and planted in each the determined hatred of the violence of warring sides. === The doom laden bang lit the sky, fear filled canisters exploding, threaten lives, homes and hearths of thousands of throbbing hearts. ==== The sirens screamed their warning.…
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