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The Trenches
Mud like superglue, makes battle grim, mountains of slimed clothes, never clean, boots feel like leaden weights and the humble sandwich tastes like dirt. — The sweet face of a friend sinks down, leaving the grief to to fight and show that this hell is more than enough, and bitterness bloats the corpse. —- Precious…
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P T S D
Glimpses of, What might have been, Nightmares of what has been. Days spent in restless anticipation of fear, nausea, hope or despair. —— Hating my own hair and teeth, revolted by the marks on my flesh, loved by someone who stands by me Day on day, hour on hour. —— No criticisms or judgements, no…
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Sacred Sunrise
The candles burned brightly in the temple, repaired the curtains and ordered the day, while down in the fields a body, dead lay. ——– Relieved they slept through a golden dawn and missed the signs that God was about, missed the glory of dying being bested. ——- The sun burnished creation that morning and made…
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Good Friday for her?
I grew, thickened, became taller and fairer, My arms were light and freely danced in the wind. —– They thought me beautiful admired me, My blossoming, fruit and even autumn, golden hues. —– At night I’d reach out and touch stars, and feel the life blood rising and filling me with joy. —- I was…
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Humility
Humility they say is nature’s way, and the converse a despotic state, with xenophobic policies and warring natures, creating a climate of fear. — Is God humble? Arrogant? Cruel? Was the fruit a test or a taunt? The haloed angels a health warning? The violence and retribution His? —- ‘If you have seen me you…
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Hosanna!
Grief stricken, an empty armed mother wanders outside the city gates and meets the family leaving their home, empty pocketed, no wage to come. —- Misshapen people, ostracised sit in the shade of the tombs and rocks, longing for a health to enter the city where they are unclean, where deprivation, disease, death and hatred…
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Lies
They grow roots like dandelions deep into the earth, Each one told becomes a future and a past rooted in the soil of illusion, confusion and only dies when the truth is finally realised, revisited and seized by someone who hears the sleazy, forked tongue. — Lie detectors fail as the liar knows that a…
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Fear in the waves.
Shivering, shuddering beneath the leaden skies soaking them, water running everywhere and lies, all finding its way under their skin. — Pushed, unauthorised but terrified into obeisance, obedience to the traffickers as the lights flicker and waves roar over hard rocks. — Huddled, terrified they hold onto the frail touches of each other and a…
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Selfies
I took a selfie yesterday. And what did it really say? —– My wrinkle grown skin Sags. My skin stretches with age Not smiles. Jowls threaten to enhance This time lined face. —- Eyes dimmed see the effects of time, of hope, misplaced and violent attack, Searching through the lines, unveiled a cause for laughter…
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Media Lies
I heard the news today and felt the tangles of words and pictures of guilt and shame, hiding the bald truth beneath polite pretence, running a video of the violence of a nation, to deceitfully thwart recognition of their own. —– A child has died, the police convict parents, and so the drip feed wounds…
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