Category: Twitter Poems

It needed no policy formulated,
no political persuasion
of the right or of left,
no lobby groups
or ideological agendas;
profoundly simple were the words –
‘do unto others
as you would have them do unto you.’

The young men
play on their digital gadgets,
distracted, unaware that
they have been groomed
as fodder for socialist
enslavement policies
that seek to create
a new world order
of sand castles
built on the tide line.

‘Give life,’
whispered the wind
weaving through fields
of white bones,
white crosses, red flowers
surgical gowns and buckets
made of stainless steel;
give life – do not take it.

He looks after her
with the patience of
a very patient person,
he takes her shopping
visits and holds her hand
as the darkness falls;
she is largely unaware
of all that he does
or that many years ago,
she looked after him.

The mix of sun and cloud and wind
Played lightly upon my goose bumped-skin
And in my closed eyes I felt all things
Moving but not moving
Sleeping but not sleeping
Here at last, I was one with everything.

I came to the end of my doing
and sat with the children
with the wind in our faces
whipping up from the choppy tide
holding tightly to the shore;
all my doing came simply to this.

A long day,
planning, preparing,
hope and doubt
both holding forth,
warm pub, cold beer,
let it be.

Who holds their hand
in anger against the child?
Who turns their small hearts
into a pool of fear?
Did they learn of this violence
asleep in the womb?

We bury ourselves
when we bury the child
and in that dark hole
there is everything to lose
and nothing to gain,
we live with consequences
we live with the pain.

Can you hear the tear fall
from the glass eye of the Madonna,
her child lost in the great sacrifice,
wrapped in our own convenient pall?