Early Spring Loving
I would lay on a bank of violets
entwined with my beloved.
We would caress and kiss
amidst their sweet scent.
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I would not my sweet so
lie in the early Spring,
chilled and soaked by a purple speckled
mound. Lets away
to lie on a woollen wrap,
as passion’s sweet scent mingles
with a log blazed fire.
The clouds floated on the face of
the water, which flowed
silently under branches of trees.
Nothing moved
nothing stirred
but the grey water.
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Up above the sun shone
cloaking the trees in burning heat
and searing the ground;
charring the last
vestiges of grass
that were not burned
by the salt laced stream.
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The sun fell below
the far off horizon
kindling a breeze,
which blew through the
now empty hostile heartland
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and plastic pieces
bowled along the broken earth
surviving silently in a scape
devoid of the living.
She clutched the photo
that had brought her so much joy
but now her hammering heart
was bruised and broken.
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She damped down her rage,
afraid to feel
that ferocious force which had
flared fisting her hands,
as she tried to heed the
so sad sympathetic officer.
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She rocked back and forth
and shook off the hands
that longed to hold her.
Comfort was wrong.
Numbness was better.
If she didn’t feel then
surely it couldn’t be true.
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Outside she could hear
cars and people
waiting for news
and somewhere, someone
was washing away her sons blood.
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She held the frame, until it
cut into her arms,
and looked across the room,
at stunned stares from the sofa.
Her beautiful children.
How could she care
for lives that could
be killed by knives
coldly cutting innocent flesh.
Would some wicked creature,
kindled by evil,
crucify her again and again?
The thoughts of the horror started to
zigzag,
like broken glass
through her mind
severing
her peace
for ever.
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Defenceless
Head in hands, he stared out the dirty window.
Manacled feet clanked as he shifted for a better view
in the fading light of fields where
the dusky figures bowed by years of bad food,
‘sleep and deep unhappiness.
Boss man raised his anger filled voice
Slapping her down for slaving slowly.
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Seth, be not my name,
but be chosen by Missus
when Mama gave me birth
and now I be going to die soon.
Dey be going make my Mama watch
and my children too.
All of dem will be there
to learn their law,
because –
you cannot draw some blood on a white man
without them taking all yours.
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It don’t count here that he was raping
my wife.
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Black, white and every shade
in between
and who decided that
white was best?
When in fact
it was often the worst.
Who chose to enslave first
and treat another
inhumanely
losing themselves in evil’s persuasion
that difference is theirs to control
and use to destroy
divine gifts of diversity.
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Do we think that God
does not notice or care?
God says clearly,
‘There is no difference
between us then,
now, and always’.
Galatians 3:28, Romans 3:22