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A child of war
Scrabbling in the dirt, gripping her mud splattered space, facing the fury of human hatred, a child crying for a chance to be. ———————– Pulling herself up, handheld tight to the hideous sight, eyes blanketed and bleached a wretched one of warring men. ————————- Stooping to touch him, scrabbling in the ruins of love she…
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Indifference
Indifference. The sun was sinking below the sea, reddening the thundering waves, as they seek ever to wash away the ever encroaching, life taking — human indifference to its might. —- The orange tinted clouds breathed in the scent of salt and green rich trees that waved in the wind, and lifted the souls of…
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2019
Plastic polluted oceans tangling, wrapping wizened wild life in brackish brooks. Melting glaciers,, hectoring heat, fire fighting, deadly winds, bodies broken, whitened bones, whipped indifference buried in heaps. ——————– Brutal killings heavenly heroes, snatching or stealing, children of charity, running refugees, rife of rape, dearth of convictions, laughing leerers, wrecking whispers, tawdry tales and fascists…
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Separated
His heart broken by her careless words directed at his pain, as she left with their son emptying his pockets, ——————— and tearing his heart. He beats back the tears; and the loneliness of the silence, of their shared —————————– home pared of his peace. Mates pat him on the back where his son rode,…
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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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