THERE’S ONLY ONE I IN BIGOTRY
God gave us two eyes
In His infinite wisdom
So we could see things
From more than one point of view
But one too many for some
ON THE OTHER FOOT
As less than men
Are less than men if they
Those who put
The ‘big’ in bigotry
Are those who keep
The ‘small’ in small-minded
TAKE YOUR PARTNER
Let us dance
Woman to woman
Will you lead
Or shall I?
We’ll brave their less than pure jibes
Tend one another
This was written as a contribution to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt No. 57.
Seed Words: | BRAVE | TEND | PURE | LEAD | DANCE |
BOUND FOR GLORY
Still contemplate Heaven from
From which some are excluded
While some can’t stand the stench
The suicide decided after all to cross the river.
Styx a stone’s throw away – Too many thrown stones.
Crossed over now into who knows what or where. Into
who knows beneath all that faith and charity after all?
Cruelly abandoned by us all; backed up into corners.
All those accusatory closed doors, shuttered windows.
Words not the sole way to show a soul’s distress though.
Tiny gestures, reactions, dress choice speak volumes;
sightlessness alive and well among the seeing.
The suicide decided to cross the river.
(Styx a stone’s throw away after all.)
Many too many thrown stones.
And words not the sole way
to show a soul’s distress.