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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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Grace in the Waiting
Dissolving margins take me deeper into the desolation of the soul, with each moment long, I find my life weariness increasing the hole in my thinking. ——– Tears thicken in my eyes where the sight is strained by searching, my heart is like a rock as if the spirit’s flown leaving me lurching on its…
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The Beech Hedge’s Grace
It is strange how the brown, burnished golden leaves of the beech tree, cleave to the branches through wind and hail, rain and snow. Frost rimed they stay rocking in the wind and clinging on until the new brown shoots, green and burgeoning cover the autumnal branches with fresh life. They are like the dying…
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Snowdrops – Eirlys
Full of the promise of warmer days they took my gaze, tiny green shoots with whitened tips in the frosted grass, opening their white lily bells with green tipped trumpets, my love for them grew as the night hours’ lightening hue. —– Covering the winter cold earth they drift over brown earth, and shine like…
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Summer
Shells line the shore, empty waiting to catch a child’s eye, to be rearranged into shapes and swirls of imagination, the click of the empty whelk homes amidst the chattering. And the sheltering sand creeps into every gap it can find. — Laughter spills over to spread delight to the racing waters that threaten the…
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