Tag: nature
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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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Frail Butterfly
It brushed my arm, lightly caressing as it winged lazily flapping by me, bright blue amongst the long green grasses of the overgrown verges. — My eyes followed its gentle passage, none but me to see its fair fluttering, resting so sensitively on each sweet, nectar filled flower in the hedgerow. — Camera at the…
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Barbaric War
Mud like superglue, makes battle grim, mountains of slimed clothes, never clean, boots feeling like leaden weights and the humble sandwich tastes like dirt. — The sweet face of a friend sinks down, leaving the grief torn fight, and show that this hell is more than enough, and bitterness bloats the corpse. — Precious moments…
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Jesus
He fell, the weight of the beam a burden on the man’s already bloody, broken skin, some jeered while others remembered the gentle touch of his wholesome healing. —— The earth shifted and groaned, tenderly held him, who was in all and through all. —– Shoved, pushed and hustled by men til he stood swaying,…
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The Hearth of the Multitude
The memorial bench, a seat in the mystery of time, where I can sit, and my heart swell with the beauty of the place where he sat and contemplated the view. __ The mist far out to sea cooled the sultry spring air, Silent, eyes closed, no wind and somewhere not far a bud opened,…
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Prayer on the Front Line
I pray for Ukraine, that each blade of grass, flowers, bees and beetles, birds and butterflies. – I pray for their protection against the avalanche of violence and vile destruction. — I pray for each small child, girl or boy, their school, hospital, park and their climbing tree. — I pray for their safety, in…
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Deadly Climate Crisis.
The lonely sparrow fidgeted in the hedge, while down below an adder slowly stirred, above the magpie chattered on its ledge, soaring the buzzard stared at the bird. — The heated fiery sun burned their backs, the haze mimicked the mirage of water, a house, closed against the hostile, faces a hope’s that’s fast diminishing.…
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Seagulls
She landed heavily on the lawn, yellow beaked with bright red spot for a Pavlov response in their tiny brood of ever hungry chicks, grabs and fights and fusses over a few crumbs, flapping noisily those strong wings, holding her muscled body ready to fly off in an instant should cat or dog or gardening…
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War is Death.
Appalled and angry he stares after the lifting fuselage. By his side his children sit in the dirt, with the whiff of kerosene in their nostrils and their weeping mother trying to make sense of the inexplicable losses. —— Firing weapons raise smoke to sun kissed skies, now nowhere will be safe from their anger…
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