While I sit here thinking about the world and our people, every people, from everywhere, all the differences, and similarities, the cultures and colors. We are so beautiful, and peculiar, a virtual cornucopia of variety. I think about all the most wonderful things we could be if we would just let go of our differences and put away our fear. The love we combine to mend all the broken could bring us closer to heaven, with its peace, love, and light.
caressing book-trove...
its story trembles beneath
my dreamboat-fingers
~ an indelible invite
~ each peculiar a jewel
11/2/2018
They never understood him,
But in him burned a spark.
Peculiar, a genius
A man who'd leave his mark.
And leave his mark he did,
His mind an unknown road.
What he saw they couldn't,
He broke the nazi code.
No plaudits though for him,
Invisible was he.
His role, it was top secret
But led to victory.
His private life would end him,
It would hound him to his grave.
His only crime was being gay,
Which society thought depraved.
How ungrateful and forgetful
Society can be.
Suicide his only balm,
A hero though to me.
Entry for HERO - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
21/11/2017. Placed 3rd.
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