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There is no scale that can weigh the power of hope
Winter ICE riding an Alberta Clipper from the new northern state down to the Gulf of America
A Brown wave
No time for Brown waves good bye
A brown wave
Sky ships set sail
Rouge cargo
Stripped, strapped, secure
Refugee - no refuge - Refugee
Loose dirt plowed
Roots shifted, strained
Lumps gathered
Tear watered seeds sewn
In Brown soil that hope
might sprout like a tree
Sky ship sets sail
Bounded cargo
Refugee - no refuge - Refugee
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I do not want to turn on the radio because I do not want to hear about more Palestinians starving in Gaza
I do not want to satisfy the growling in my stomach because I do not want to feel full when so many perish, even as food deteriorates at locked boarders
I do not want to watch television because I do not want to see the calamity of weaponized famine
Yet
my ears can not unhear
my hunger can not go unsatisfied
my eye can not unsee
the brutal horror of vengeance
unchecked
I dare not tune out the collective moans of a starving nation
I dare not think of my momentary lack when so many have suffered to the bone
I dare not watch when
targeted aggression goes awry
and innocents die
and the Red Crescent is no longer a symbol of piece, but a target for chaos and destruction
No I will not watch the world watch,
in silence
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Strike Up the Ban
Who’s banning Gone with the Wind
Are they banning Huckleberry Finn
The Diary of Ann Frank might offend
Some German who wasn’t born back then
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Hi-Choo
Early spring in Corinth and I’m bathing in a pollen shower as fuzzy green seedlings are whisked here and there in the blustery March breeze, I sneeze!!
Remnants of last night’s thunderstorm cruse across the pale blue canvas of the afternoon sky as pine cones fluttering in the breeze make me sneeze, I sneeze, I I I I sneeze!!
Even the old crape Myrtle, pronounced deceased years ago, is budding and basking in the evening glow, her babies preparing to become leaves, and I sneeze sneeze sneeze , I sneeze, I sneeze
As you can see
Pollen damn near
Got the best of me
But let me catch
my breath
and finish my soliloquy
Old Magnolia, washed in Nature’s seasonal offering, regain their forest green state, after a brief bloom, branches swaying with ease and I sneeze sneeze sneeze I sneeze I I sneeze I sneeze
Wew!! Hi Choo!!
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Where do dreams go come
Dawn with her radiant glow
Shadows in darkness
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Dealing with one’s mortality
Reveals a stark reality
As you age
You set the stage
For you own finality
Bill Marable
9/17/24 6:39 pm
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When a slap brings joy
A voice cries out
Newborn girl, boy
Angels in Heaven shout
A voice cries out
Happy tears flow
Angels in Heaven shout
Trumpets in Glory blow
Happy tears flow
Breast milk fed
Trumpets in Glory blow
Gentle strokes to the head
Breast milk fed
Forever to enjoy
Gentle strokes to the head
When a slap brings joy
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The dins of war un-hushed
the jarring of munitions
the cacophony of starvation
the grating contempt for humanity
the discordant silence of the Free
. . . The World
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Wade in the Water
While you can
Afore it steams away
Like the whistle of
A boiling kettle
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In light of it all
In light of the mundane
the obtuse nature of the
*****sapiens
the willingness to adhere
my soul delights in
belief in dreams manifesting
balance universally formed
in mustard seeds and eternal springs
things yet unseen
a ladybug’s touch
plucked four leaf clovers
who can know
who can cast foreshadows in-
in light of it all
in in light of the mundane
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