women have
dealt with
nonsense
for years
and years.
Don't come in
our lives
to just hate
gossip gawk
and leer.
Abraham's seed, repent
Be baptised and saved
The Holy Spirit, heaven - sent
Saves the enslaved.
Pull me closer and closer with each turn, like the moon my heart yearns.
Yearning for my love's return, I awaken from our years apart.
Apart from each other was making us feel lost, but in his arms at last makes everything feel right.
Pulling me like the stars and moon, I feel all of my love pulling me near.
We awaken in our love, feeling each sensation down to our toes.
Pulling our hearts toward each other, we kiss and become one.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Wordlessly I rise to answer a long-ago call.
I admire the rainbow but I say nothing at all.
But I notice.
The exhausted frown that she tried to hide.
All the painful truths that she openly denies.
I notice.
The songs that she plays on the radio and sings to on a summer day.
The laughter of the people around us while we dance and play.
I notice.
The wind blowing through her hair while she stares into the night sky.
The sound of the river rapids close to her feet while she enjoys a pie.
I notice.
Whenever their lilting voice falters; whenever they dare to speak aloud.
Their courage on the stage where they dared to sing in front of a crowd.
I notice.
The friends who tell him they care for him but don't actually show it.
The family that comforts and consoles him in those required moments.
I notice.
The cobblestones along the streets, light posts, trees and gardens.
All the chirping birds and fluttering butterflies near the closest fens.
I notice.
It doesn't matter if I am actually here
nor there -- even if it feels like I'm everywhere.
I will always notice.
(Inspired by Fortunate Son)
Some folks wave the flag on high,
And shout the reason soldiers die.
They speak of duty, proud and loud,
From marble halls above the crowd.
Some folks dine where power stays,
And praise the war on cable days.
They toast the troops with polished tone,
While none they love will ever go.
They call for courage from the land,
They talk of glory close at hand.
But when the papers list the names,
Their families never join the flames.
I hear the drums across the sand,
Another convoy leaves the land.
Another mother waits alone,
Beside a silent telephone.
The wealthy heirs sleep safe at night,
Their wars are fought on screens of light.
Their boots stay clean, their hands stay dry,
While poorer sons must march and die.
So when they ask who answers call,
Who walks the desert, dust and all,
Look past the mansions standing tall,
You will not find their sons at all.
By Rick McGrath, Ph.D.
March 2026~
What if the crazy person was really right
But just stuck in a different dimension
Where the darkness overtakes the light
It would be maddening seeing souls ghosts
Would you even admit to it be so bold
As to shout it on the corner holding a sign
It takes courage to speak your truth
Especially when you have a screw loose
God certainly has a sense of humor
A rose bunch heavy in my hand,
A card sent, did not reach the land,
My darling could not understand;
I pray for my star,
Stuck against the wall
I dare make a call,
No reply at all,
And yet here we are!
.
I am here..To rip up any carefully concocted notions.' To stamp on obcenitys' and dis-abuse all and
Sundry of sepia toned views, of
Disgusting historical humans who
Have been hitherto venerated as
Almost God.? If not as replacements'
Indeed I will rip the rose tinted glasses
From your very noses ' And trample on
Your toes'es.' In order to wake you up.'
As indeed all heaven knows'es.)
And thats just for starters'
So help me God.!
Jesus came here on His Father's authority
sent down on a divine mission
speaking the word of God from above
to tell of the great commission
God the Father loves His only begotten Son
giving all things into His hands
so Jesus brings His own to Himself
that His own true word will stand
They are those that believe not the Son
resulting in the fact that they won't see life
out of their own foolish heart disbelieve
this unbelief brings its own strife
God's believing people believe the Son
so as a result, receive life everlasting
bringing joy and assurance to their hearts
with a peace that's forever lasting
This divine authority is truly biblical
proven by Jesus life on earth
His words and actions displayed truly
all of His attributes in His life and birth
(John 3:34-36 )
("For he whom God hath sent speaketh the words of God: for God giveth not the Spirit by measure unto him. The Father loveth the Son, and hath given all things into his hand. He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him.")
The younger of two
Into
And Ireland
Exits
In Eiffel
Effecting failure
I'm potent
Pungent
Negligent and weak
Mam, Father
and a son I have
a flock of geese wearing Mafia sunglasses
swooped down, frightening me with threatening passes
They are after me because I am an outspoken wife
Sent by the king, one of them carried a paring knife
Problem is, I still think in the USA we should have freedom of speech
I have been encouraging the rest of the thinkers to try and impeach
Forgetting that these geese are Nazis, and it’s a monarchy, or course.
Coming after the intelligent speakers, and in full bullying force.
The pages in your box
were never opened,
never flipped to let the light in.
The silence inside that box
spoke louder than words
it whispered of pain
hiding in every verse you never wrote.
I wonder if what you call love
was ever true love at all.
You left me
dancing in silence,
caught between a love that never lived
and a hate that never spoke its name.
The letters you never sent
are the ones that cut deepest.
I sit with them anyway
pains and tears spilling
down my cheeks,
searching for healing in empty paper.
If only your heart would unfold,
if only the words you buried
found their way to the page,
maybe we wouldn’t be here
living in pain,
dancing in the silence,
wandering through the dark.
So I have decided:
I will write my own letter.
I will seal my truth inside it.
And maybe one day,
you will open it,
read it,
and finally reply.
Rushing back with my shout
drinks held aloft skew-whiff.
I was spun all around
like a wild water spout,
caught by brush
flush with haste
shame's a gush
blush disgraced
crowd's hush-hush
She lives far on a distant shore
That woman I will never meet
The one I love and adore
It makes my heart skip a beat.
Charismatic, Charming and class
Warm, caring, full of love
Beautiful features like fine crystal glass
A special person sent from heaven above
Bizarre and illogical
the successions of images
unthinking in the mind
the mixture of visual
experiences influenced by
the happening's of the
wakened world
ideas, emotions and sensations
Frustrations from the debate of
two people who believed that building
a bridge over the Cook Strait was
a good idea.
His restless mind found him trouble
he dreamed of him being on
a horse
along side a woman on
her horse
with ice-cream in there back pockets
with horses following them
It's beleived he awaken from
the dream inspired to
to build an under ground amphitheater
there he'd televise shows
across the world
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