Category Archives: Nature
What used to be
The last tree
Was chopped down
To make a billboard.
Seeing through the haze
On my way
Some walk on water,
Some fly ~
To reach
Purple paradise.
Helping hand
Show me kindness,
So that I will
See Love.
♥
All are Brothers
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Your Eyes
Come to me wherever you are
Whatever you have become
And return colour to my cheeks
And meaning to my being
Return and take me into your eyes
Take an olive branch
Take a verse of my tragedy
A toy
Take a stone from our house
So that our descendants
Will remember their way home.
– Palestinian Poet, Mahmoud Darwish
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Light
From a higher window,
The light of truth shines
…Exposing reality as it is.
Tin-pot tyrant-israel, builds apartheid
Walls to secure its despotic,
Ethnically cleansed, pilfered land;
Not aware, of the transparency.
Free Palestine
The caged dove sings
Songs of Freedom for Palestine.
The 65 year Nakba,
Has not defeated her angelic wings.
Aglow
blossoms’ catch
sunshine
mountain pours
cherry wine
Indigo
true
royal
blue,
feasts
You raise me up
“To me, fair friend, you never can be old
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still.”
In the ditches of exhaustion,
Your love lifts me.
Magic
Adoria said,
“Mummy,
A unicorn
Is jumping
Out of the book.”
Mother replied,
“That’s how
Good books are,
Angel.”
Garden
A garden plot’s a healing spot
Just how I do not know,
But as I watched my mother work
Her eyes just told me so.
When she was troubled I could tell.
She’d take her spade and go
To her own private piece of earth
And dig it row by row;
And then she’d kneel and take the soil
To sift it here and there,
Talking softy as she worked
Perhaps it was a prayer.
A garden’s plot a healing spot
I know the feel of sod,
Was my dear Mother’s way to say,
“I’ve touched a bit of God.”
– Author Unknown
Poppies
“But this denoted a foregone conclusion.”
So it is with wars, the people are the last
To know and the first sent to fight.
Ay! They would be aghast,
If they knew it was for the sole benefit of the elite.
Tempest
“It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
The Zionist regime bloviates and rants,
“God promised us the land.”
Propaganda so thick,
Sky turns
Blood red.
Listen
