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Poem: Huddled Masses

They flee
because they are forced
They did not choose
to have bombs dropping on their door
They do no want
to live on a hostile foreign shore.

They run
with what is precious
in aching arms
frightened children crying for food
They would rather
be anywhere than in their homes.

We here
casually watch them
like swarming ants
afraid to share our warm comforts;
“not my problem!”
forgetting the words etched offshore:

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

The words reshaped for our store-time romp
and shopping trips “Give me your deals, and more,
We’re huddled shoppers yearning for cheap goods,
Those wretched products imported from foreign shore.
Send these, consumers, tempest-tost to shop,
We have greeters beside the exit door!”

They die
in small leaky boats
hungry and cold
while we indulge in thankful feast;
“turn off Fox news!”
pass the only turkey that matters.

We bar
the harbors and gates
barricade us
in shopping malls and big-box stores
for black Friday
and the best prices of the year.

They hope
for better lives and
the warm silence
of landing in a safe harbor
for Friday prayers
without any bullets and blood.

We give
loud thanks for our own
safe delusions
free delivery with each purchase
filling our homes
with dreams we never knew we needed.

Poem: First Frost

At first
we laugh at secret jokes
with hidden entendre meanings
thinking only we can understand;

secret glances
stolen from the moon
beneath the budding branches
in those fading days of June…

heat sweeps us
off our feet into lounging
hardly dressed barely touching
as hungry waves carry us along…

arrives unexpected
the glorious blush of colour
blinding us into seeing youth
even as it swirls away with the wind…

cold snaps sharply
leaving frosty white streaks
covering the valleys and peaks
where time has come to roost…

at last
we stop laughing
somberly sullenly realizing
we understood nothing at all.

Poem: No Religion…


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Can you imagine
a world united in disbelief?
a world where we love one another
instead of an invisible sky god?

Can you imagine
where we’d be if we took
the time to help each other up
instead of wasting time on our knees?

Can you imagine
the word living as one?
Unified without being crucified
dignified because we realized?

Can you imagine?
Come on let’s grow up –
let go of those fairy tales
and make the world a better place.

Will you imagine?
Prayer never changed anything
without real action and effort
moving muscle and dripping sweat.

and be the change.
and feel the change.
not what is – but what can be.
And the world will live as one.

Poem: And What of Paris?


(Credit: Randomly found via Google – no name on post)

Paris is burning
I can see the smoke
smell the reek of flesh
and charred remains

From far away
I watch
I weep
I pray

In the name of the father…
and of the sons
and of the daughters
– scarred by hate.

In the name of the light…
my faith is dying
– brilliance fading to black.

In the name of reason…
smoke smothers my soul.
– breaking down all logic.
In the name of the law…
mercy turns to suspicion.
– rules shattering like glass.

In the name of fraternity
love turns inward
– breaking all trust.

My spirit is broken
beyond all healing
beyond the keening of words
our voices have no meaning
we have become the croaking of crows
swarming in murder
blackening the skies

In the name of art…
beauty is vanquished
– canvas tattered in the wind.

In the name of speech…
how can one write
– these pages red with blood.

In the name of poetry
mocking all prophets
– poets weep ink.

In the name of enlightenment
We now ashamed to be human
– remember we are born of mud.

And to mud we return
dust and ashes
we are not gods
we are but flesh
born to die

If your god tells you to kill to prove your faith
then your god isn’t very good.

Poem: Undreamt

I had that dream again
the one where it all ends.
Grey dust;
grey clouds;
grey wind.

Metal taste on my tongue
of frozen iron pipes.
No time
no hope
no prayer.

Do you believe in love?
Fresh spring blossoms and leaves
swirl down;
swirl round;
blown away.

I would eat lemon cake;
happiness is just a slice.
Sharp knife –
cold blade
on skin.

It is clear to me now
for me there will be none.
of truth.

I woke to pouring rain.
Song playing in my brain
echoing –
white noise.

Omens on the ceiling;
this bed will be my grave.
goose down

Prickling on naked skin
eroded down to bone’s

Time is the game we play
knowing we’ll never win.
Hour glass

Will you remember these words?
They fester inside me;

I hear it is best to
sing loud after midnight;


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