Hold on
“Love looks not with the eyes but the mind.”
Thoughts, words and deeds that are kind…
Golden treasures creating ties that bind,
Leaping forward to truth, justice and peace time
…A ladder to the Infinite One’s heart beat rhyme.
Sonata
leaf plays storm beat
stradivarius bow moves
Lost Childhood
Blue tears sprinkle over
Blue eye shadow.
Silicone lips pout as told.
Made up, sexualized child
Poses… Madonna, sex
Goddess; girl/woman;
Patriarchy special,
Made to order.
Mona Lisa?
Will do that too.
Blue tears sprinkle over
Blue eye shadow.
Courage
Decked out
The masks you wear
Covering
Your authentic self,
Have a way
Of becoming permanent
Fixtures.
Mothers
Nails in her trunk,
Like all good mothers,
Tree sacrifices herself
To nurture life.
Someone thought
They were recycling
An old shoe
…Cute bird house;
Indeed, it would be,
If there were no injury
To the tree.
Rooted
“Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.”
Trees old as recorded time,
Uprooted, bulldozed in Palestine.
It’s our land, God gave it to us,
Is their story…
As they destroy olive trees: God’s glory.
God’s real estate agent,
They would have the world believe;
O, how the remover doth deceive.
God is love,
Like a tree, below and above;
Rooted in earth, its branches reach sky.
The “chosen” call the land ‘Israel’, Ha! nice try.
Genocide, is how Zionists “purchased” Palestine,
O! the chalice they drink from is filled with bitter wine!
Mother Love
Mother eats after baby
Suckled her breast milk,
Everyday
Is Mother’s Day
For the little foal.
speak softly
Raise your words,
Not your voice.
It is rain that
Grows flowers,
Not thunder.
– Rumi
Helping hand
While children in more privileged stations,
Screech and whine for cell-phones and tablets;
Barefoot, he takes care of his beloved mother, sisters and brothers.
Palestine Songbird
Palestine sun bird sing us your song,
Before 1948 when people got along;
Pre Nakba… Palestine was strong…
And about the future: occupier gone.
Legacy
Tears in her voce, she said,
“My loving husband of fifty years,
Always knew how to make me laugh.”
May 1948
The owl shriek’d at thy birth, an evil sign;
The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
Dogs howl’d, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
The raven rook’d her on the chimney’s top,
And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.
– Shakespeare
Up above my head
“Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.”
Nature’s unconditional generosity, a reflection,
… Chiaroscuro-light-fingers lead to the Source.
Faceless
Home is where the heart is,
Or so it’s been said.
“Thanks for sharing” and “Thanks
For the add”;
Faceless interactions on “Facebook”.
Posting photos of last night’s stale beer party.
Updates on where the car-keys were thrown,
“Had pizza for breakfast”, ten likes on the update.
Faceless Facebook integrated with Twitter, WordPress, etc.
One stop too much personal information, multi post at once,
With lots of lol and love you sis – (everyone there is a sis and bro);
20 characters or less (photos don’t count as characters). Busy,
Busy, busy… chatting, texting, sexting, posting, forwarding videos
Not watched but they sounded good; will watch later, press forward anyway.
Home is where the heart is,
Or so it’s been said…
Different strokes
“Cowards die many times before their deaths,
The valiant never taste of death but once.”
Hoarders eat and are not satisfied, greed their hobby;
The kind share a morsel, asking the other to take the first bite.
Rain
A cynic’s lot to mock the sincere prayers
In shanty-shack-hollow, his bank account
Feeds off coolie labour’s imposed poverty.
Twisted
