Baptism August Poems

When we think of adoption,
We seldom see it  through the eyes of a child,
Too often blinded by our own egos,
Too often carried away on...

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Intuition tells a secret

But

We choose to share

Why
Reveal such mystery

For 
Admiration

Or 
companionship?

Me

I'd rather 

Bury the body

Keep what's hidden

Beyond the eye.

Only the mind knows.

Be Honest....

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Wandering

Over time I lay awake
Wondering the purpose of it all
The struggle to survive 
And the reason to go on
Why we are born
And why our choice...

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In the same domain as I released several days ago
A magpie with foot caught in wooden mouse trap
Aves my baby is a Saviour, her soul...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The dice rolls


Hide in the house and play chess with myself
I am the lucky one
Those who hide in the house are all lucky 

Life and...

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Flanders

In the dawn over Flanders 
Wounded horses move no more
And dead soldiers look small.
The stillness is fragile beautiful.

Soldiers in dugouts smoke 
Eat from cans
Waits for...

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Of men and plants
  
The endless growing of new leaves
in my indoor plants, the shedding of leaves
all over the floor, like discarded dreams
getting in...

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Self explanitory...

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(where I was born)

A land where guns are no longer fired in anger
But in deceitful dreams.
A land where people starve for a peaceful recipe
Till they...

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Before the butchery -
Beasts from hell came with vulgar armoury.
We heard the perverts marching on mud of breasts,
Trampling tender veins, and
Sprouts of milk ceased to...

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This is a difficult time
For us to paint our desires
On unstarched canvasses
For the benefit of those
Who expect masterpieces

Discoloured and faded
Are our once green forests
Where we...

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How many times one looks for it?
How many times one finds it?
I asked an old stone.
A long wide crack ran across its face,
Like a bad...

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The Grave Stone

 Many years ago I went to the cemetery to find
my brother`s grave, but he had not been dead long
and had no stone....

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My Mother was born on October 3, 1916, and died on August 6, 1997.
She would have been over a hundred years of age. I (we)...

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