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A Teenager
On through the desert on a donkey she rubbed her aching back and panted through the spasm in her stomach as the long ride and poor food, and a long laden pregnancy were stretching her system. ———————– He walked ahead of her and turned to check, she saw his smile and tried to return it…
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Fy Nghariad/ My love
Fy Nghariad – My love The words trip off the tongue, and write the limits of choice each thought a myriad possibilities, impossibly wanting a voice ——————— to describe a man of character, whose heart is known to more because of grateful generosity of his willingness to feel —————– their pain, and hold it in…
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Emergency Climate Over
The skeletal remains of the last of lives sightless eyes stare up at the bleaching sun, while the grit gilds them. ——————————– Broken cities dry as the dust from fallen homes and human bones silently cling to costly crippling pasts. ——————————- High over the hills stretches the storm ridden. hope hidden sky, where no bird…
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Breaking News
Breaking news. She stood tall and they said to condemn her name, steal her country and rights is not profane nor racist nor rude or violent. ——————— Changing values creating new enemies that are shadows and placing vulnerable children in violent and in abusive violating places while ——————- fearing the hammering, on the thin protecting…
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Jesus sings Baritone.
It was Mary Magdalene’s face that caught my eye, giggling around the camp fire, leading the line of dancing laughing women and men as Jesus and others sang the rhythm. Jesus sang their happiness and threaded through tender touches of words of love and generosity, taught afresh their humanity. ———————— He sang through the streets, …
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He was my Brother
I remember growing up and looking up as he towered over me cared for me and loved me It was not his fault that he was left handed. Keck handed the schools said, as they tied his hand behind his back and bade him use their right hand. ———————– The righting, in front of peers…
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50 NOW AND 50 LATER
The tears trickled and she held her head in deep darkling dread, her shrunken self hardly visible under bloody bindings. ——————– The stinging pain of the lash and the blood churning brutality of her tormentors tempering hatred with terror. ——————– ‘Why curse me with the courage to counter them? Look, I’m just a bag of…
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Richard and Nazanin
For Richard and Nazanin They will starve, the world watching His skin bruised by the years of Loneliness and deprivation Of his family. ———————– Her song of a deathly fast To cry for freedom and To be with her loved ones To walk to the park and Play on the swings with her Beautiful beloved…
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The Bee Loud Glade of death
The yellow striped torso caught the sun, revealing the trembling tiny hairs and fragile filigree wings working with God to nurture nature, and so —- the bee flew over the fence to the fragile flowers opening to the sun, and heard the happy buzzing of harvest; as he sipped sweetness of stamens and —- packed…
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Bodies in the Waves.
The boy stood on the burning deck sun scorching skin and salt seared lips, and still she stood and still he searched til a shocking shout, “Bloody hell!” “We’ve found them!” ——————————— An ark of horror, a wallowing craft sinking slowly, and bodies bobbing and cherished children, and wounded women, wracked and weary, staring in…
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