Change

December 31, 2016 at 5:20 pm (Poems) (, )

If Earth’s mantle changed
maybe ever so slightly:
We would barely know.

If, minutes before
two thousand and seventeen,
she re-aligns us

so collective colours
drape about aching shoulders
and make us subtly strange,

It may work out that
less becomes our spirit well:
and we can be still.

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Rainbow

January 1, 2013 at 11:25 am (history, literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, politics, Stories) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Today, in the town squares of all great cities

around this beautiful globe,

we will, by common consent,  remove divisive flags

hung by history’s tainted shreds of angry pride;

folding them away like old aunty’s table cloths.

.

And see draped instead, from mountain heights,

a more fantastic sight; our real heritage.

Reflective of all earth’s passion and intensity

absorbing in amazement all our pain,

this is our rainbow – and the music of a shared song.

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