“The ideal state is that in which an injury done to the least of its citizens is an injury done to all.”
Solon, philosopher
Month: November 2018
Teargassing of families and children–the stuff of fascism.
The Trump administration has ordered and defended the use of tear gas against families, against mothers, against children, and against babies. This is beyond reprehensible–it is evil, and it is the stuff of fascism, racism, and bigotry.
We must never become used to such abominable behavior. All of those who oppose these actions must speak out.
This must end.
Remember that we are all connected.
“No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend’s
Or of thine own were:
Any man’s death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee”
John Donne
Right here
in this quiet place ~ in a corner of our hearts ~ poetry is born — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
set my soul free
Whiskers
his whiskers do whisk
my delicate skin each time
he whispers my name
(Older haiku, revised a bit)
-image via Pexels
Unlovable
Canvas
touching you softly ~ your back a strummed instrument ~ ready for release — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Devilish Design
When you’re around
you make me desirous
and when not
my heart remains caged
in a delirious state
And my eyes
searching for your presence
in every crevice
of my tangled mind
And the heart nurturing hope
even after you left
the soul battered
in a labyrinthine ravine
Yet every ounce of my life
calls you, yearns for you,
knowing even if you will come
it will be a devilish design
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Phrases on Fire – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
Now I sit inside heated regret
what I wish I would have said
rapid words that flew off my tongue
like butterflies leaving my mouth
beautiful at first sight, fluttering
toward you. With closer inspection
upon landing, were really illegal
firecrackers of burnt red destruction
flames that left you singed speechless
while I coughed on my smoking impulsivity.
© Ali Grimshaw 2018
Rewrite of a poem from 2017
Inch by Inch
Come and take an exotic and erotic journey with – INCH BY INCH
I am the poetic cartographer
of your sacred body.
I will discover you
and map you,
explore you
and draw you,
observe you
and describe you,
chart you
and render you
inch by perfect inch.
.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Posted a originally two years ago. But I like it, because it is what I do.
Art by Javier Arizabalo
The Reluctant Poet 