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Pearly Gates: Shadorma
PEARLY GATES
How strange t’is
For these billionaires
To still be
Craving more
May they awaken and find
Peace and compassion
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
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
Ben Naga 