Saturday, March 27, 2021

The run and jump


She’s a baby at this thing called life
because she cannot understand
the lies, the greed, the arrogance
and that dreaded manipulation
that trips her up time and time again.
But babies grow and learn
and know to take little, little, steps,
before the run and jump
that takes them away and over.
I reckon she’s in mid jump
uncertain how or where she’ll land
but at least she is in motion
from years of immobility.
If I had a hat I would take it off
but I can bow from the waist down
and pay homage to the strength
that came out from the blue.
Yes, she was strong and is strong
now way up in the air
but will a cushion or a rock
be awaiting her “come-down”?
But such is life that no one knows
what a run and jump will lead to
but to stay as one immobile
a fate worse than death.
Please let’s pray that she will hand
upright on her feet
and live to tell of the heartache and grief
that will surely follow her all of her days!

Saturday, January 23, 2021



These days more than then
it’s time to sift through the dirt
and find a little miracle
waiting to be noticed
and rescued from the pain
of being trodden on. 

It takes a time, it really does,
for sifting’s no easy task
when distracted is the mind
by life’s activities. 

But to sift, look, and be aware
of something waiting in the dirt
to be lifted up and cherished
always gives a good return
on the effort expended.  

How sad these days to walk on dirt
and ignore what’s underfoot
until each and every miracle
breaks up and disappears.

Sunday, January 10, 2021

The voice of free speech (adapted from the original)

The voice of free speech soft and dulcet in its tone
or harsh, abrasive, cutting, and reaching to the core,
moves freely like the wind, touching, circulating,
and speaking only and always to those who wish to hear.
Ideology, philosophy, wishful thinking, memories,
unsubstantiated dreams, hopes, wishes, needs, desires,
woven like a tapestry too soon to be out-dated
and discarded like a heap of old and musty books.
In a fire of these times volumes and manuscripts
will burn and be forgotten like bodies of the dead
and cynics will grow to outnumber those who know
till all and everything disappears into the air.
How pointless, how degrading, how useless is intent
to expose to the already wise the wisdom of the old
or shine like a star in the path of a blind man
in the knowledge that he has no eyes to see.

Too numerous the setbacks and too far away the moon
to highlight a soul within the shell of flesh
and everyone’s free speech will evolve into dust
to be trodden on and crushed by life’s intolerance.
The air once thin, sustaining, grows thick and thicker now
with the absorption of … simply all and everything

Saturday, December 19, 2020


It’s just a season good or bad
that comes and then it goes
and caught in the cycle we obey
whatever rules are laid out.

But then mid-way or at the beginning
a mighty struggle ensues
and who once a leader becomes a loser
and the old gives way to the new.

We can blame the season or leader now loser
who once in the task of growing up
caused an event that sapped his strength
at a time when most it was needed.

He doesn’t bend his head in shame,
he doesn’t wring his hands in grief,
and certainly no tears can fall
when evil is his saving grace.

Yes, evil applauds dastardly acts
and the one who caused his downfall
because evil’s not fussy as long as it lives
and as long as the people suffer.

But evil forgets it is just a season
and soon the season will change
and over the land one word will rebound
and that word is, of course, …

“Freedom, freedom!”

Thursday, December 10, 2020

Once ...


Once on a Sunday that lady believed
magic would manifest all of her dreams
and the sun shone on that day in between
the beginning and end of that Sunday that was.
She remembers well the heat of the day
and how blue the sky that captured her gaze
and as the leaves danced on each/every tree
she wondered what tune played only for them.
She listened because she too wished to dance
to celebrate fully her day of belief
but instead she sat still and breathed in the air
that surely held tunes she couldn’t yet hear.
And then the night fell; it kept falling, you know,
and blanketed out the sun, sky and trees.
to make her believe her day of belief
was plain and simply a dream.
But what held the dreams she certainly had
except that glorious day of belief
that weakened its grip and let them fly free
to perhaps manifest in some other time.
She waits and she waits and listens each day
for the music she couldn’t then hear
but she knows she will one Sunday in time
because days of belief don’t disappear.

Sunday, November 29, 2020



I’m fanning the air around wishes, needs,
to circulate what I put out
but how stupid is that when mind’s intact
and works with no electricity.
It’s not solar powered but yet needs fuel
brought up from the depths of desire
but you must understand life pollutes all
and makes wishes/needs ineffectual.
It’s not like life’s evil or bad
but simply slow to desist
from dropping my every wish 
into the dirt of its own agenda.
But one day, one day, life will believe
everything dropped must be picked up
so if I don’t fuel the fires of desire
my wishes and needs are disempowered.
And who would have thought a woman like me
would end up a stoker of fires
but it’s okay, you see, because I believe
one day that one day will come.

Saturday, June 27, 2020

Never thought …

And I never thought I’d know
of corruption, deceit and thievery
and yet here I am surrounded and embroiled
in the worst of them thrust on humankind.

It’s like the mindful tower I built
of all I thought was good and true
has fallen prey to despicable control
that toppled it to ground.

Of course I search amongst the rubble
for traces of the right and honourable
but all I find are dust particles
that ne’er again can be a whole.

It’s raining today and where sand now mud
that one day will bake in the sun of renewal
but those days are so very far off
that perhaps never in my lifetime.

But I’ll make my own tower again, again,
because all that I am and all I believe
can’t be destroyed by the hand of evil
so prevalent in these current times.

And so as I wait for the sun to come out
all I can do is design and refine
my blueprints of soul that allow me to know
but that block the infusion of iniquity!