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Gathered (A Four By Six)

GATHERED

Here in the sight of God
Be both sight and blindness
Trespass and forgiveness
Godhood and lunacy

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While The Fittest Survived …

WHILE THE FITTEST SURVIVED …

Man’s ego
(Note the gender)
Misreads the message
Sets God aside
Takes over
In a mindless haze
Heads heedlessly
For the nearest cliff

Dragon Father Wakens

DRAGON FATHER WAKENS

A righteous rage bursts forth; a mighty roar
Too long coiled within its egg incubating
Sets the skies alight with livid lightning:
“No! No more! Dragon seed, prepare for war!”
A vile canker festers from shore to shore;
Views land, people just there for ravishing
Yet no amount of pillaging and killing
Can ever quench that bellowing greedy maw.

Leaves sore ears ringing, deaf to all reasoning.
Comes now a settling of accounts: a day of reckoning.
For Mother Earth has suffered for too long.
Her newly risen son sings the dragon song.
His voice rings out from shore to sea-swept shore:
“No! No more! Dragon seed, prepare for war!”

Many-coloured Fingers

MANY-COLOURED FINGERS

So many fingers
Yet it only makes one hand
To show them all one

A Handful Of Sexualities

A HANDFUL OF SEXUALITIES

Four fingers, one thumb.
Various parts; the same hand.
Words; names; attitudes.
Different, not separate.
Cut one off and all feel pain.

The Future History of the Two Human Races: A Parable

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The Future History of the Two Human Races: A Parable.
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Lest We Forget

LEST WE FORGET

Mother Earth
Earth Mother
And all we
Her children

Native

NATIVE

Penguins don’t drive cars
Extinguish other species
Overpopulate
Humans on the other hand
Do not belong to the Earth

Embedded

EMBEDDED

Part of the problem
Or part of the solution?
The jury’s still out.

Veteran

VETERAN by Richard Harris

I met an old horse in a field,
waiting, with one hoof cocked, as if
always ready for flight or fight.
And as I came forward with a handful of grass,
his ears did not flatten,
nor did his nostrils flare.
But the eyes! I saw his eyes.

Eyes that had seen more than any man.
Eyes that chose paths through mud and fallen men
pulling the guns at Passchendaele.
Eyes wide with the mad charge they made,
the Light Brigade.
Eyes that watched with the Corsican as
he lost his final Waterloo,
that glinted in the rising sun with
Chinggis and his terror-horde,
stared dumb with Cortez at
the great Pacific,
looked blankly on while Alexander wept
at burning Persepolis.

He took the grass, obediently, gracefully; no –
magisterially, in his acceptance of
a field, a bite to eat; of a stall, a coat in winter;
and, as he looked beyond me.
Of all that he had ever seen and been before.

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Another fine poem of Richard’s. You may find more of his work here.

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