Internationals

August 13, 2018 at 6:22 pm (Poems) (, , )

We are all internationals
and students of time

We are all tiny earthlings:
This earth isn’t ‘mine’

We can all learn the lesson
from teachers of hate –

That their teaching is flawed
by the wars they create

We are all pawns of politics
and victims of words

But we’re big enough and bright enough
to know they’re absurd

We may live on an island
surrounded by sea

But we’re in this together
and do much better as ‘WE’.

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Making Room

June 8, 2014 at 7:18 pm (Poems, Shropshire, sociology, Stories) (, , , , , )

In our showery garden, England, early June,
a put-your-feet-up sort of afternoon…

But we’re working hard to fill the yard
with all of our back room.

We’ll manage this clear out to perfection,
practical, achievable,
to do before precipitation
weakens our determination.

Pick up stuff, pack up stuff,
ponder, put it back perhaps?

Different pathways came together
bringing gifts of our endeavour,
soon the house was full to tipping…

So –

We’ll take some time for contemplation,
deliberate, meditate,
not shrugging off or moving on,
but taking stock and making strong.

Scrap an item, save an item,
wonder, fill the bin, collapse!

A merry-busy-fruitful afternoon,
in our showery garden, England, early June.

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