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dimanche, octobre 15, 2023

ABATTOIR...

Abattoir

Thick black smoke rose towards heaven
as reality became a nightmare
they raised their hands in fear begotten
as the massacred littered the ground everywhere

Cruelty measureless to a sane society
became the hate unleashed by HAMAS
on festive youth absorbed in joyful melody
as blood and sorrow stained fields of grass

Mindless killing ended a peaceful gathering hour
as terror inflicted merciless pain
on the innocence of concert goers 
forcing life to vanish from Holy Grail

( from The Merchant of Venice )

" The quality of mercy should not be strained
it falls as the gentle rain from heaven
upon those beneath : it is twice the blessing
it blesses those who give and those that take "


 

jeudi, octobre 05, 2023

The Silent Spark...

The Silent Spark

Memories smolder in many fleshy holds
as silence hides speechless fire
existence is sparked in wandering souls
and becomes slave to former desire

Harsh realities feed the spirit
and reveal a past forgotten
born of fire in the darkest pit
to be conveniently and quietly hidden

Regret feeds the silent embrace
growing in that spark of light
and flourishes during life's daily grace
as time through space quickly flies

Photons stream and light is captured
to our delight while filtering voices
that in velvet quiet seem fractured
and death or survival become choices

Survival contains life's breath
that is born in the silent spark
it chases away thoughts of death
and fills with light places ever dark







mardi, octobre 03, 2023

THE OBSERVER...

The Observer

On a morning vividly keen
the bounty of my life stood out
high above the horizon of by being
and I rejoiced while strolling about

A cardinal flashed in sunlight red
beware caterpillar on fluttering leaf
as nature makes Lifes' art suddenly dead
in the moments evolving scene

Noticing the suns' golden daggers
I cherished a moment loved most
while they struck the land like holy fire 
as shifting shadows shouted lights approach


Fields bordered by full woods of green
bathed my eyes in welcomed solitude
focused on the whiteness of grazing sheep
that soothed my humanity and attitude

Black winged swallows filled a sky bright
twisting and turning in the invading light
a foreboding of the coming dark of night
a pervasive condition calling for a fight

Sensing the fire in my chest
I chose to persist and welcome time given
to absorb adventures and fulfill quests
and clearly be happy with observing time taken




  
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