children dying in the global south
we cannot drink oil and gas
coral reefs are dying in the ocean
we cannot eat coal and live
species are facing extinction
he keeps filling his vaults while
children starve from hunger
and diseases spreading like wildfire
this poet finds it preposterous
why should i be afraid of the one in wrong?
to say out loud their names-
the one in power and the one pulling the strings,
its a game of power and money-
an endless hunger of greed,
ecosystems collapsing
forests in fire, cracks in the land,
oceans are toxic and storms wrecking havoc
and the cost is the humanity that we must preserve
our own kind keep pushing their agenda, calling this crisis a hoax
people are dying across the globe
we cannot survive from eating coal
Grandma worked for the Salvation Army, sorting clothes.
She was part of a class called the working-class poor.
On occasion she'd take us shopping downtown.
This was long before downtown went way down.
She would buy my brother and me a toy-maybe a treat.
Today it isn't safe for anybody, not even the chief of police.
Hyper-crazy is spreading on the outbound... unfortunately.
I have a dream of getting an acre or two of pristine.
Immerse myself in wildflowers and Evergreens.
Grandma arose into the forever greens years ago
Brother soon followed.
Alone is spreading like wildfire
Buffalo, New York, was never Green.
Black on Black… you say,
A madness...yes…a brutal truth it is.
The evisceration of pain turned inward,
The observer recoils, head shaking in condescension,
While sucking back an exhale of quiet relief.
But contemplate this—
Would you truly prefer it the other way?
Suffocated anger unleashed with fury.
Our pain, unchained, directed at its true source.
If ever unleashed,
Would you dare brave the cataclysmic storm?
To confront the tempest raging within our souls?
Could you endure centuries of seething rage,
Spreading like wildfire, unstoppable?
No matter the bullet, the rope, the law,
This outcry could not be arrested.
For we know how to fashion a noose as well.
Understand this—
Our silence was never submission,
Nor a display of weakness or fear.
It’s a barricade against chaos,
A protection for us both.
If only you could grasp the tightrope we walk,
The restraint we must bear each day—
If only you knew...
In whispered darkness, pillows hold our words,
Love's deception dances, tangled, unheard.
Silent confessions, veiled in satin sheets,
A clandestine tango where gossip meets.
Promises whispered, secrets tightly kept,
Yet shadows dance on whispers never properly kept.
For love's deception thrives on tongues aflame,
Spreading like wildfire, consuming their game.
Whispered truths, distorted by passing lips,
Gossip's sweet poison, a venom that drips.
Pillow talk, a web spun with deceit's thread,
Love's deception, where truth and lies are wed.
Twisted words
Far from the truth
Spreading like wildfire
Quiet, non replying
Enemy in disguise
Truth shall stand
All other words revised
Judged in the Promise Land.
Social Commentary
Injustices in the land
Spreading like wildfire
Burning, burning down the wires
Of discrimination and bias at hand
While quick fixes are a way to go---
All this and more in the American way.
Write down your gripes to your congressman!
As they sit on their hands doing nothing
Not making one move or just do something.
Before the damage is done
And the blood runs through the land
While many died in the American way.
The poorest of poor with no food
While the rich fat cats' stuff their pockets
And the law not doing what they should.
To keep the peace across the land
Shooting their guns like rockets
Killing off those who don’t look like me---
While many died the American Way.
There’s a child dying
From some poison they swallowed
While those who steals and always lying
Then blames it on another.
Just to the American Way.
All the world is a stage
And we are the players
So, are you ready to play?
12 Jan. 2022
Many years, I’ve seen a lot
Many things, I’ve stood and fought
Evil was there, then and now
Spreading like wildfire, somehow
I sought other kind people along the way
One worked hard and was killed one day
The corrupt organize like a tidal wave
Flooding over those we want to save
Many years, I’ve seen a lot
Various things I certainly sought
It’s more than most people can understand
Always reaching to unite hand in hand
But time rolls on, as it always does
Often not as we expect because,
Free will has taken people to dark places
New actions with unrecognizable faces
My heart will always have a deep ache
But my soul will always try to make
Whatever I can with what I hold
As I walk through all that I see unfold
I’ll keep on hoping that others will see
At least the full truth that will be,
What keeps them safe and at their best
To live to the fullest and find the rest
Many years, I’ve seen a lot
As flashes of wisdom, I have been taught
Heidi Sands
4/30/22
Like many other viruses, they came and they went
But this one is different on so many levels
It mutates, it breeds amidst cultural surrounds
Spreading like wildfire infused in it's revel
Once it hits you, there's simply no turning back
For it's not from this Planet we've now been informed
If you recall the lights in your skies that night
It wasn't just the weather that came with the storm
It wasn't evident when at first we became ill
Rocketing fevers, throbbing's in our heads
Which was only the start for death was to fulfil
It's tearful seeing populations in waiting dread
After a few weeks we thought we're on the turn
But inside we were melting, our organs in decline
Gone was that window that we all hoped and yearned
From notes that I'd written, the end of my bloodline.
Daily we check our blood,
Interested in our score,
Another day of lancing,
Better not ignore,
Eating used to be such a pleasure,
Tomorrow could be taking insulin shots,
Earnestly trying to eat good,
So I can help my irregular pancreas.
This disease is spreading like wildfire,
all throughout the land,
it doesn't care who you are,
young girl or old man,
some people have to take shots,
as was the case with my Dad,
I'm sure he felt like a pin cushion,
as he'd jabbed it into his flab,
for now my husband and son
have it to a lesser degree,
they have to take metformin,
and God willing wont ever have
to take shots of insulin.
Like a bud slowly opening its petals
one by one to the sun's warmth.
So too does love creep into hearts,
once there it soon expands blossoming.
Spreading like wildfire it floods and fills
every little corner and all the cracks.
New love needs special nurturing
just like the buds. In caring hands
it thrives and grows casting all in
golden warmth that shines richly.
Releasing peace and touching
the souls of all who feel it.
it's devastating
painful... terminal... deadly
spreading like wildfire
taking the young and old with
zero discrimination
it's a death sentence
if caught too late...early grave
may be the sad fate
of those souls who never knew
they had the deadly disease
Chemotherapy
helps to prolong many lives
but the side effects
can be just as horrible
as this terminal disease
A modern day plague
that ravages the body
leaving just a shell
many hoping for a cure ...
.... while praying for miracles
~
6-9-2012
Spreading like wildfire
through a kerosene soaked forest,
infecting the mind with
its inky black threads.
She’s too fat,
he’s too skinny,
her hair isn’t perfect,
his face is full of pimples.
No matter how they try
no one is able to reach perfection,
society’s picture of beautiful.
Perfection is not beauty,
it is cold, lifeless, unreal.
Beauty is the freckles
on the little redheaded boy.
Beauty is the curves
on the girl’s body.
Beauty is the gap toothed smile
of the boy next door.
It is the face
of the girl determined
to overcome her troubles,
the glasses on the shy
girl in class.
It is the hands of the worker,
the mind of a poet,
the creativity of the artist.
It is the voice of the boy
singing off key to his favorite song,
the eyes of the girl
who see’s truth.
Beauty is everywhere,
it is life itself.
Each person holding
different aspects of it
within them.
Her vision is flame.....spreading like wildfire adrift....a wringing of hands....
Miles....cross rivers oceans and seas
mankind bleeds
our own....caught up
placed in bodybags
" somebody is overlooking us "
tears flooding our streets
screams echoing
" That's Enough "
" somebody is overlooking us "
Abomination, destruction, poverty
madness leaking into our water streams
Poison attached to our food supply
Addiction scatching at the surface
poverty camped out by our back door
" somebody is overlooking us "
children hypnotized by deception
as if they fell hard
causing concussions
rude, disrespectful
growing without direction
forgeting where they came from
" somebody is overlooking us "
diseases spreading like wildfire
bathing in the devils creation
making it hard to breathe
" wake up " society
before we drown in
rivers, oceans and seas
pulled under by life's destruction
" somebody is overlooking us "
the sun sets as a cloak of evil prevails like a disease
spreading like wildfire eating as the light falls down
its glowing throat into its star covered stomach eating
away like black locust at a new golden harvest eats
till no more is left at suddenly like an atom bomb a
glow so bright the birds sing of its victory as the
morning dew dance off there twisted vines and the
meadow laughs in a roaring crowd of gust as the
golden goddess triumphs again.
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