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Prayers And Wishes: Shadorma

PRAYERS AND WISHES

We all cross
Our fingers (heart and
Hope to die)
For ourselves
And once we understand why
For all others too

Happy Families

HAPPY FAMILIES

The silence spoke volumes
Passive aggression
She didn’t know the term
But then she had no need

She had no real desire
To continue living
And so was quite grateful
For his contribution

He had no real desire
To continue living
And so was quite grateful
For her contribution

Passive aggression
The silence spoke volumes
He didn’t know the term
But then he had no need

Hard Liner

HARD LINER

Unwilling to melt?
No solution then and thus
Part of the problem

WhatsApp Addiction

WHATsAPP ADDICTION

Let us smile together then
As introvert to introvert
Observing all these others
Shake our heads in unison

Send forth wave on wave
Of compassion – if not quite
Waves of understanding
The latter being beyond us

Noting too that they saw fit
To castrate the apostrophe!!!
Arrogance? Guilty as charged
At least we’re working on it

Frozen Fire (Republished)

FROZEN FIRE

Nursing scorched wings, you angel in disguise,
wondering gypsy with question mark eyes,
wandering homesick – no answers, no rest,
and for companions your demons at best.

What a rich,
complicated,
multi-faceted,
yin yang,
breathe-in-breathe-out,
unfathomable,
insurmountable,
irrepressible,
contradictory
being you can be being!

And being …

And being …

Projects smoke screens of promises and lies,
defends to the death, then later denies.
Flexible conscience, ethical mare’s nest.
Defensive? Fastest gun in the west!

And in the centre a wise,
silent,
calm,
watchful
I,
that sees it all
and breathes in
and breathes out,
without attachment
to the passing show.

And with detachment the fool becomes wise,
finds what never was lost. What a surprise!
Hidden in full view. Who’d ever have guessed?
Welcome, my angel, be welcome, be my guest.

Who was,
who will be,
and will only

ever …

simply …

be.

Gaia’s Children (Republished)

GAIA’S CHILDREN

Some live among garbage
Others rule from a palace
Few manage contentment
Whatever their station

She gathers them all, every one
To her heart, her precious ones
And grieves for each lost one
Each teardrop a fresh ocean

Caring

CARING

The heart and hand
Lead the way
The mind and tongue
Are often elsewhere

Gifts

GIFTS

All these possessions
He threw them in the river
Unburden others

Dug In

DUG IN

“I do not need proof.
My beliefs are strong enough.”
A slippery slope.

Appreciated (30d)

APPRECIATED

Kindly words
Never come amiss
Both hearts are
Uplifted
Let us ensure they never
Go out of fashion

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Shadorma November

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