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She hugged her shoulders in the morning mist,
the sun struggled to pierce the charcoal shroud,
beside her someone turned, his lover kissed,
she left as he dissolved into the crowd.
The platform full, she stared along the rails,
he said he'd be along on the next train,
last chance for them, or else the marriage fails,
ten years to make it work, but all in vain.
He left for someone else, she could not cope,
another man like him she would not find,
her thoughts now focussed on this one last hope
when someone rushing pushed her from behind.
He heard the guard say 'please remain inside'
and thought 'I hope she's not seen someone's died'...
For contest 'Your finest Sonnet', sponsor Mark Massey
22nd July 2018
It was a movement 70 million strong
So the CCP decided to annihilate Falun Gong
You wouldn’t think the movement was much of a threat
It was non-political, but its doom was set.
Normally a good thing – new organs extend life
But China put Falun folks under the knife
Organ transplants became a revenue source
That evil still has not run its course.
The details make your heart freeze
The best organs come from donors without disease
Donors shouldn’t be old, and not dead for long
What better source than the Falun Gong?
Dr. Zheng Zhi witnessed a tied down young man
Still alive, doctors and staff carried out the plan
Cut out his kidneys, corneas, death by operation
The man's eyes still haunt Zheng, shame of a nation.
Eyes desperate and fearful and in pain
An enemy of the people, annihilated for gain
Still alive, inside him a silent scream
Macabre, hard to believe, must be a bad dream.
Its valid to be cautious when extreme evil is assigned
In a word full of paranoia, we must keep a skeptical mind
But it's also true when brakes are off, and ethics go down hill
You end up in a place where medical staff torture and kill.
Many of us use Chinese media like TikTok every day
We buy Chinese products, our colleges take their pay
Under Mao, millions died, but that was then, now to get facts
we rely on testimony, and indirect stats.
But skeptics must realize beneath normality’s veneer,
Evil may flourish, and innocents disappear.
Let's hope this doesn't show what they'd do to you, if they could
Goodness without strength, always loses to strength without good.
The movement preached compassion, seventy million strong,
But the hard men with the power annihilated Falun Gong.
“We are almost there but not quite ~
Not yet graced with spherical sight”
~ quote by poet
Intermediate truths whence known,
in as seen because we have been
to subtler realms denied to most,
but it’s not yet wisdom full blown,
since karmic slate is not wiped clean,
last mile to heaven, yet to coast.
Wisdom downloads and divine light
are offerings of grace imbibed
and perhaps we have pierced the void
but we have not garnered clear sight,
though cravings of ego have died,
soul’s not yet pure and unalloyed.
Allow bliss mists to make ingress,
without self-appraising progress.
A dog wrote a love letter to his newfound girlfriend
A cat, although his language she didn’t understand.
When you came to live in our house I burnt in envy
For you had taken away half the attention from me.
Days passed, I got to get used to your sure presence
Being sad or angry for state not in control had no sense.
You walked on silent paws around the portico in grace
Watching you in amorous motion I felt my heart race.
You exuded feline beauty with full moon in your eyes
Your white silky fur tinged blue made my passion rise.
I heard you purr many times at night perhaps in delight
Sound turned a song, I knew I’m in love, not at first sight.
You won’t understand if I tell you how my feelings pine
So I shall learn your language or you try and learn mine.
November 5, 2017.
His life raft drifted helplessly in an ocean of tears and lost dreams
In tangible finite and impermanent flow
He lost his compass and the needle festered in Tom’s purulent arm
A portal to hot flushes of receding pain
Chasing sea dragons and hobgoblins he punctured reality’s voyage
Fixation gripped an underworld of relief
Rudderless he floated fuelled by psychedelic currents of reprieve
Full of intrigue for surfing waves of delusion
He floated perilously before he submerged in uncharted waters
Unable to navigate he sunk like a stone
Emergency flares reached stars but failed to hook into the sun
As one single ray refused to yield revelation
Yet when he crushed at rock bottom and scratched translucent surfaces
One more shot blasted spontaneous combustion
Dissolved in oblivion by pirates Tom finally took off his eye patch
And realized that they patronize his demise
18th January 2020
tidings of comfort and joy
for once it is not a ploy
i can simply exhale and say 'OH BOY!'
your comforting presence i invitingly employ
let's take in this relaxing reality and just enjoy
in life, rain is gonna fall
there will be roadblocks that cause you to stall
one must find that inner strength to break through each wall
it does not matter the walk, creep, or crawl
as long as you continue to learn and grow from it all
a warm salutation and a happy celebration
through the Grace of God, we made it to this hard earned vacation
in the company of you i could not chose a better location
i am fully taken just by your character and your sophistication
alleviated is the stress and the sadness, in full boom bloom is pure elation
Now that is an option I want to see on a car.
Make it available, and your sales will go far.
If some creep goes and steals my parking space,
pushing the parking jerk button will be a trump card ace.
Out comes a big mechanical arm at a quick pace.
The claw will take his vehicle, and fling it into space.
His car will become a four-wheeled piece of junk
wherever it lands with a very loud thunk.
He will go home in garbage that goes “clunk-clunk”.
Go ahead and make the contraption standard equipment.
It will make any annoyed driver full of content.
Inspired by a recent Suzuki Motors television commercial
Embraced with sensations of love and happiness
Around huge fire for light and warmth
Leaping round and round like frogs in rainy season;
Dancing and dancing through darkness of the night
For nothing but pride and oneness
Not living like angels but full of hope
Having not much to choose from but full of tender
What they had, was for everyone
Whatever was done, was for all of them;
Music and dance always there to keep them alive
Dancing for fire like whales dancing for water
I saw them gliding for the moon and the stars
Watched them dancing to thrive
Soaring more and more as the night crawl
Taking their spirits to places they never saw
So, living their lives like sea creatures
Always hoping for the best to come
Dance of fire, peace and love among people,
Wishing for joy and happiness
Dance of hope and oneness
Lost like dust in space
Only love will make us dance again
This is the story of Bertie Bucket
A highway man of daring and some notoriety
Who plied his trade around Rye and Hawkhurst
In 1740 but he was not that good you see
He came from a long line of Buckets
There were ten of them in all
His parents were a steadfast couple who had ten children
Five brothers, four sisters and one I cannot recall
He started stealing from an early age
About ten or twelve I think
He stole the purse of a well know judge
Which created such a stink
He ran away to the town of Rye
Where he found work as a stable boy
And learned to ride a horse quite well
And to be a Highway man was the ploy
So in a few years, five or six or so
He started his life of criminality
With his trusty new steed Old Bess a big black mare
They became a team you see
He rode the trails from Rye to Dungeness
Robbing Travelers Coaches and the like
The problem was the authorities
Never could find out where he would strike
On one such daring escapade
Everything went wrong that could
Whilst pulling his pistol from out of his belt
It went off and Bess galloped off into the nearby wood
It only just missed from shooting his toe off
His boot was quite a mess
So off he went licking his wounds
In a state of great distress
A few days later he was back again
And tried to hold up a coach
But the coachman was not so easily scared
And Bertie was full of self reproach
But his luck ran out one fateful night
At the Tavern the old Mermaid Inn in Rye
He was captured by the local militia
He could not escape how hard he did try
He was up in court before the Judge
Whose purse he had stolen years before
So he was sentenced to Hang as soon as it could be arranged
But a gale force wind broke down the court door
He leapt from the dock and was out in a flash
Grabbed a nearby horse and galloped away with speed
Out into the darkness never to be seen again
So any would be Highwaymen take heed.
The distance between love's eyes can not be measured
it can only be held sacred and treasured..." poet "
My love is beyond beauty, to my eyes
comes nearer to unraveling my heart
she will hold her part for its deeper sighs
I will lift my eyes for her, my dearheart
as her wondrous vision approaches slow
my heart burns with a brighter stronger flame
and fills the distance with a golden glow
to light the enthralled path of love we claim
as our lips merge in soft quivering realms
full of hunger nurtured when love was met
in such breathless silence, love overwhelms
to free every moment without regret
Her face of beauty warm between my hands
a flowering timeless world love demands