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Naive Faith

Pluck me a dandelion child of God 
place it in a vase and admire it !
Its just as pretty as the golden rod 
and also quite potent I must admit 

Believe in its charm like an infant 
and trust it will light up your room 
Treat it with love and though nesceint 
the colors of it, will surely enfume 

An original beauty now its your call  
tell it your secrets, it listens to you ! 
From seed to flower never a puffball
a twist of your hand and its feverfew  

Trust in the power of this little wild flower 
it grows bravely for you and it never cowers.

Indian Summer

April brings more than
showers 
Spring sometimes
cowers 
To Winter after 
flowers

Cling

At the moor's edge
where the cliff-drop gnaws the wind
and a jutting ledge raises it hackles,
fingers scrabble, skinned toes curl
within stiff-jawed boots.

Turn an ankle here,
and you may fall
unleashed
to die somewhere
out of sight.

Do not enter your mind here
in that place
where a whipped dog cowers.

Cling,
rope yourself to the sky -
Growl.

Soul Speak

Soul Speak 8-28-24
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Soul Speak

In a conversation with darkness,
Haunted
By whispered ghostly remnants of hope,
Exaggerated I only sees Ego 
In a cherval glass broken
When grace seeps through cracks of pride
In blinding rays,
The unstoppable I Am
Roiling 
With the tongue of the whirlwind.

In the vanishing point of truth,
My soul
Cowers,
 Infertile as shards of a mirror
  Mute as cracked reflections,
Then bows
To the beauty of no other,
Christened in testament,
 The heartbeat of gospel grace,
Relentless
 As incoming tides.

Diving into waves of mercy
My soul tastes the sweet confection
 Of the Word,
Eternal ambrosia – everlasting manna –
Sing-speaking elocutions 
 Of I Am.

Moonlight on Meadows

Now starved of sleep I watch the shadows creep,
this selfish heart now seething with desire,
beats and beats - relentless thrums grow deep-
they hide, oh how they hide inside the fire!
Then...peaceful in the meadow is this gloom,
in lunar lumen's self-defining light,
that cowers from the truth that dwells at noon
in one forgotten moment of its flight.
Precocious shadows sweep the slumbered fields,
like children of the day that tease the sun,
to loose the resurrection that it yields
while owls of conscience watch which way I run.
    As moonlit meadows wander in my dreams,
    my peaceful posture's not quite what it seems...

SPY

Numbness poisoned flowers
spooky nights serenaded
with chattered cowers,

wounded grasp cascaded 
panicked voices bloomed
mother's smile paraded

with gleams doomed,
yearning hopeless answers
as death roamed.

Hope is a bastard

It’s barbaric thorns rip and shred
Screaming without a whisper 
Every lead meanders to a frayed not
Scratching and scraping the numb
Drowning on the air
Kneeling as it command me to stand
Sadness withers in its face
Fear bathed in its beauty
Want shakes it’s head in derision 
In the darkness it glimmers like a candle sprayed with wind
Always near but never close enough
In the eyes of the lost it cowers
whispers of never to be
Life’s favourite joke
always less than more
laughing manically at you as you crumble
at its feet on the floor

Cling

Head buried beneath the wind,
hung, grasping an overhang,
hug the thin bones of wiry tussocks.

At the moor's edge
where the cliff-drop, gnaws at the sky,
a jutting ledge raises it hackles,
fingers scrabble, skinned toes curl
within creaking jawed boots

Turn an ankle here,
and you may fall
unleashed
to die somewhere.

Cling!

Laugh at yourself.

Do not enter your mind,
where your whipped dog cowers.

To See the Other Side

To See the Other Side

The mountain boldly looms, impeding my ambitions.
My stature dwarfs to accept these preconditions.
My prestige cowers and independence shatters;
There is no solidity in my appearance.
The fixture mocks my character’s unravelling
Of a fleeting, hysterical montage weeping,
Defiantly cursing God and parents, cursing all.
“Cajole me!” I cannot climb, and so I will crawl.
Brush this monstrosity away from my vista,
This horrid rock that curtains my soul’s perspective.
“Remove it for me!” Let me see the other side;
If it’s not good, then show me another direction.
Mellow the view and let compassion be reflected.
“Let me breathe!” This isn’t the life I envisioned.

Neighbour

5 in the morning, Why					
do you keep at it? Howl-				
ing and wail-ing, the wall				
cries out in fear as					
you press your weight 				
into it.							
Heavy, heaved breaths
as it pulls inwards,
afraid for its cracked fate.
I sit and stare, a loaded
gun
inside the room. 
Should I? Why
do I bother. 

My door is kicked in
and he stood there,
a picture of red, red
vengeance. El Diablo--
is this a dream? He 
is chest-bare, 

nothing to hide 
his eyes’ hate. I
hear his heart wind up--
inside, Memory tastes his pulse.
The wall creaks and is
curious, rises pridefully
and cowers all at once.

There are no words
to baptize hatred,
not the child I saw
beneath his skin. 
It crawled, like a worm,
slithered out his heart

and up up up 
into me, the croaking wall
a silent witness 
to all. I sit
and stare and sin(g)
a thousand stars' choir of rage.

Tolls the count

As the world community
Asks Israel to stand down.
Hamas murders with impunity
Then flees underground.

Isreal lives under scrutiny
And still held to account.
While terrorists have freedom
To pass their AKs around.

Free countries need unity
Not gloomy storm clouds.
When we stand together
Evil cowers in a shroud.

Thus, let us speak fluently
Yet justly so out loud
For murder there's no Immunity
And God tolls the count.

Never Again, Again

Who defended Jews from Nazis in WW2
     A few brave souls here and there
   Foul-smelling smoke from crematoria arose
     The masses turned aside, held their nose

   Only dirty Jews being gassed, burnt, chopped up and flayed
     Only unclean Jewish women being gang-raped by the SS night and day
   Only Jewish genitals being irradiated in sexual experiments
     Only 'Jew-dogs' ~ their essence, filth and excrement 

   Today, Islamists shout 'Allah Akhbar,' then slaughter
     Jewish grandmas, wives, babies, sons and daughters
   The West cowers, labels them 'militants,' not terrorists
     Israel, retaliate: Shoot every Hamasnik dead
                     ~ Not a single one can you afford to miss

My Shadow

My shadow
It lives
In my every step
Following discreetly
In silence its met

It grows in the dark
Confidence gained
But cowers in the light
Because it's afraid
It doesn't want to be seen

This shadow 
It scares me
As its creeping along
And it's always so hungry
For things
It cant have

But if im scared 
Of my shadow
Its scared of me
For what is my shadow
Other than a reflection
Of me?

Kowtow

fawns flops, flatters folds,
cringing cowers to comply
sycophant lackey

Nothing

To the outdoor world she appears okay
Smoke and mirrors played everyday
But behind closed doors violence is rife
Of a womans brutal down-trodden life.

Nothing she says or does is right
He's verbally abusive and full of spite
He yells "dinner is muck" then hurls it at her,
The plate hits her head, now her visions a blur.

Tirade of abuse almost most days
Followed by "the sorry he loves her" he says
Anger and rage spoken and given with fists
She cowers and whimpers and never resists.

She wears her abusers constant tattoos
Bruises of red, yellows and blues.
She wears thick make-up as a mask on her face
Making sure there's no visible evidence in place.

She scrubs the carpet removing the blood stain.
Outwardly she smiles and carries on through her pain
Yet somehow he manages to convince her to stay
Her mind, will and body more broken each day.

Nothing but beatings, nothing but shame
He leaves her feeling she is to blame.
Nothing to live for she takes her own life
Just before she took his with the same knife.

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