Tag: grief
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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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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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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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What price their future?
For My Great, great Grandchildren It catches the sun light as it trickles from the tap, runs down the drain washing grime through a trap, Flush a toilet, wash the car, such luxury in our lap. Will water freely flow in the future at all on the map? —- The bag of filmy plastic is…
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Autumn Grief
There was a time, I remember it well, When Autumn leaves and frosty grass meant warm home welcome and tasty hot food. That was then and this now. Heating’s off, bread is cheaper and hot meals spin the ever greedy meter. — Yet, its the same for them, the oil rich climate changers, coal fired…
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For all the Child Refugees like Gulwali
Rooted out of thin soil a strong plant yet to fruit, young in the ways of the world and old in the ways of faith. —— Prays and yearns for a vanishing childhood, adrift with callous, greedy men, dollar focused selling refugees for the highest payment. Yanked out by his family and circumstances, —- sent…
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