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Look at me
tell me
What do you see
is it something
that you want
is it something
that you need
Look at me
tell me
do you believe
if you wish
to be you
then come with me
View this entryDo we not live
in the ruins
of past pious words
do we not tread
the polluted waters
of today
do we not try
to keep afloat
while we hide the fear
of drowning out here
looking
for a place
thats safe
View this entrySave your light
And hold it tight
You never know
When the crow
Will take it away
Use as a bait
To lurk you out
To scream and shout
For the soul you lost
As a trash away tossed
View this entrypoem
The earth was dreaming about a moon not yet born, when I entered its dream as a ghost with the moon in my eyes in silhouette held by the creator who joins me to...
View this entryAfter the desert storm,
the ripples in the sand
make a wish.
In the twinkling of an eye,
the sun shows its face.
View this entrySomething from the heart
Daddy no please don't go why must you go fight in Iraq. Daddy please write me every day. Daddy I will pray for you. Daddy I love you. Daddy call. Mommy loves you daddy...
View this entryBring our girls back
The Minds of Kidnapped Nigerian Girls
Why Mr. Why must you take me from my family?
Why mist you kidnap me from my school?
Why must you want to sell me in the market as a slave?
Why...
View this entryHer skin is a galaxy of oceans,
she can be seen to the
depths of her soul.
Her eyes are a thousand
bursting lights, she walks the
way of truth.
She sings a song, mocking the birds.
A humble song, a...
View this entryWhen did I not receive
the product of the sum
of the gospel?
It must have been the day
I missed the train
crossing into the heavens.
View this entryFirst published in 'From the City to the Saltings' (the Essex Poetry Festival anthology, 2013, edited by Derek Adams, Adrian Green and Madeline Parsons).
Yesterday, I was the fighter
plane that nose-dived from
our son’s grasp, face crumpling
against the sofa cushions.
Today, I’m the mute swan
you string from the ceiling:
paddling the air with invisible
feet, making waves.
Tomorrow, I suspect I’ll be the...
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