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The Boat of Fools
A tiny craft floated oblivious on the bloodied water; while there, under them, pale, oppressed, sad people, the boat pushes its way through bloated bodies, still ignoring the calls for help, clinging to their future.. — On that boat, warm, fed, clothed and safe they ply their inward thinking, eyes turned towards treasure, making arms,…
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23rd Psalm for Today
War is my Shepherd. I will always want, It’ll make you lie down in your own blood, and leads the world to disaster. It destroys my soul. It makes me walk in paths of unrighteousness for its own names sake. Yeah, Even though I walk through the vale of death, I will continue to cause…
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Christmas Now and Then (2)
Donkeys fart, Animals smell, The Oxen urinated nearby, while she laboured on. —- Joseph went for food and water while the midwife helped her through, She screamed and yelled for countless hours. — The baby came in the early hours, sweet new smells in the stable, Mary exhausted. Lay Back, It is finished, she said.…
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Christmas Then and Now
Homeless, hunted, humans and animals, food was scarce in the poor shelter, and life was cheap to the powers that oppress. —– Pregnant in a wasteland, like herded animals, giving birth to children. For what fair future? In a desert of war and violent vengeance. — Babies first breath, hushed in fearfulness, a mother fears…
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COP28
The plastic bottle bowled over the blameless landscape, Desert sands in rainbow colours shimmered and shifted in the heat, where nothing else moved. — The burned stark black branches of trees bore the memory of a people, who seldom cared, and rarely looked to see their harmful ways. — Priceless jewels winked from their nests…
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Jesus and the Mob –
Angry men turned away. Duplicitous hearts awry. Stones dropped, clattering on the silent track and he watched them curdled consciences. Lust in their loins for a broken woman. He writes, in the dust, diffused the deadly mob. — She stooped, bowed shoulders, a shame ridden conscience, felt the threat dissolve. Only he now to judge…
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War on Ourselves
(A Ship of Fools on the Rocks) terrible images move on the screen, behind my eyes and in my brain, grafting in me the fear that death and hell are let loose in every terrain, gradually the shape of human kindness like milk looses its savour, and pools ungraciously in the stink of the piles of…
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Britain’s Future
Walking in town, once there was join our diversity, listening to the TV once there was good independent reporting, but some prefer oil, and sow, now the destruction of those that were loyal. —— Waking early, once there was the dawn chorus, sitting in the garden, once there was a hum of bees, but some…
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A Birds is for Life?
Colourful bows arch across the sky, scything wings underflow, silhouettes of glorious won freedoms, neath them the city’s traffic hums: —— Bounty of joy subsumed in oily residues, taunting the gasping, asthmatic child, while black gold, a grim poison now spoiling fresh air, polluting the earth. —– Nightly the owls hoot their warning call, making…
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Forgiveness Costs
The author of forgiveness saw this blue planet as so, loving the troubled earth with paid for patience though, speaking through the earthquakes, fires and lightnings, was steadfast through shifting of huge teutonic plates breathed living spirit released the power of oxygen, and steadfastly refused to give up on humans hates. —- Millenia passed, filling…
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