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saying goodbye to demons

I returned today to where I once enjoyed dreams,

that were shattered and killed by the sound of my screams…

I went back today to say goodbye to the ghost

that has lived in the heart of this unwilling host

I went back today, and I sat at that place

and allowed many tears to run down my face,

I sat for a while, and just let go…

and in quiet meditation  bade the monster “please go…”

and after a while, I felt filled with relief

as in quiet meditation, I let go of the grief

I said goodbye to the monstro, who has haunted me so

cos I know to go forward, you have to let go…

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THE FIELDS OF PEIOMONTI

In blanket field’s of green and gold,

natures wonderous story told,

in silent splendor…

The rippling waters of the rain

sparkle and shine as they sustain

the growing corn and rice grain

hidden in blankets of corn rows

narrow streams that gently flow

from the distant mountain tops

snowdrops melt,

the gods frozen  tear drops

that gently quench the thirsty soil

where hard working farmers toil

working the land, in all its glory

an integral part of natures story

And to this wonderous paradise

give thanks to nature as it thrives

giving so freely all its beauty

sharing with us its wonderous bounty

that we may live blessed by the gifts

Nympha, Lacturna, Matura, Nodotus & Volutina

so generously give…

 

 

 

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Through the looking glass…

A trip from the present to meet with the past

traveling thru the sky in economy class,

Old friendship’s rekindled, new friends to greet,

nostalgically retracing walks though  different towns & streets..

decades have passed, since I walked in this land

yet there’s a sense of belonging, I can’t explain, or understand

as with each step in my present, my future unfolds

I don’t think I fell down any rabbit hole…

yet my present & future collide with my past

i feel a little like Alice, in reflections

thru the looking glass….

 

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WORLD OCEAN DAY 2016

It’s world ocean day

what can I say,

but where would we be if they all went away?

So much that sustains us is dependent on our waters,

yet we neglect and abuse them…

it’s like a pretext to our own slaughter.

Our pollutions and policies cause our oceans much harm,

it’s like we’re oblivious to those sounding the alarms.

So today make a promise, I urge everyone… please,

to think of our oceans, our waters, our seas..

think of their charm and all that they give

for without their contribution our species and planet can’t live..

& within that promise to yourself or your god

give thanks for our oceans, our waters and seas

& promise to do your part to take care of them please.

 

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starman… 1947-2016

The starman, now…

back on his way

having fell from Mars

back in the day…

a lad insane

at times they said

& yes, sometimes

he went off his head

from Time to time

& station to station…

 

The rebel rebel with painted face

a crusading hero full of grace…

the golden years he did embraced

though fame,

had brought it highs &

low,

oftime’s his woes, and raw emotions showed

in lyrical soulful sound & vision

shared with all on radio waves & television

the lodger

loving the alien…

the heathen

soul he held within…

a hero,  an idol ,

he couldn’t stay

a star man who stopped along the way

to share his genius & walk among us

back off on his voyage …

beyond the infinite

humungus

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Abigail …

Abigail Abigail, how ye blaw,

turning the rain tae sleet, hail and snaw

I can hear ye roaring doon in the brae

blawin the trees in a ferocious way

makin’ them creak and wildly sway

oh how I wish ye wid haste awaw

angry Abigail….

Abigail Abigail how you rage

turning the ocean into your stage

howling & wailing your velocity soars

a rhapsody of waves dance wildly to shore

crashing on to the rocks, as moon looks on,

as it always does through calm and storm

angry Abigail…

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I don’t wear a poppy

I don’t wear a poppy 

I don’t wear a poppy 2 remember the dead
I keep them in memory inside my head.
I don’t wear a poppy 2 remember the dead
children…, injured, killed by drones
as they lay in their beds.
I don’t wear a poppy like those grown in the fields
patrolled by solider with guns… until the crop yields.

I don’t wear a poppy, as they remind me
of the life’s that are ruined, by opiate toxicity.

I’m not being disrespectful to the life’s that  are lost,
as they battled in wars at the very high cost…
I understand the mindset, as to what they believed,
that they were fighting for a good cause,
but they were deceived…

when I see a poppy…
it makes me feel sad…
for life’s that were lost
& futures never had…

I think of children and families,
left without homes
workplaces destroyed,
piles of rubble, and bones…
I think of the lies that our leaders have spread,
the war propaganda, they try and put in our heads
 I’m haunted by the tears and pain,
of those mourning the dead
while these warmonger leaders
stand at the Cenotaph with bowed heads
I don’t wear a poppy,
because what it represents to me,
is war and destruction, greed and toxic debris.