The Big Bully

Our political system is very corrupt,

And our people are losing rights.

Politicians take our money, our freedom,

And bully us with their might.

They treat us with no respect

As if we have no brains.

They stomp around and make a lot of noise,

But they still continue to drain

The income of our families

And drive us all insane.

They want us to think

That they are big and strong

Like an elephant.

They stomp around, blow their horn,

And try to smash us like an ant.

But behind the façade

That they try to portray

Lies a fear inside their hearts.

That the mice will come

And scare them away,

Ripping their world apart.

Copyright © 2020 Melody Lindholm-Ryan
All Rights Reserved

So happy to share my daughter’s poem!!

Waiting (revisited)


6 of 10 in ‘The Autumn’ series from Jemverse

Flowers here, pinks and reds
Yellows, blues and greens
Along with trees all turning now
Autumn’s here it seems
It rains a little more these days
The grass is greener now
Recovering from the days of heat
And the sun that burned our brow
Shorter now and cooler
The days are drawing in
A time for quiet reflection
Before the winter can begin


Photo – Jempics

[Jemverse originally published ‘Waiting‘ on 13 September 2014]

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I want to fall in love again


I want to fall in love again….

The deepest midnight wishes we have.

Wishes to the first star seen above in the early dust of the night,

wishes shared for the moon and the sea.

Just secret wishes we hope to know again, taste again.

I told the half-moon, I want to fall in love again, I want to fall in love again.

I want a blushing beauty who know laughter and we are kind to each other.
Beautiful muses sing in my dreams.

I remember the midnight talks and when love beckon us to sweet kisses and embrace.

Two faithful hearts were content to dwell in each other world.
I want to know again, the passion way,where someone make you live and die in their arms.

I told the half-moon.
I want to hear the voice of my dearest love,

hear her say, please drink of me.

Take what…

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Can I? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon



“When someone receives us with open-hearted, non-judging, intensely interested listening, our spirits expand.” Sue Patton Thoele

Can I?

So simple to shut out all the extraneous 
clutter of the street, lyrical airwaves,
garden sounds flying through the
windows buzzing, quelling even what 
my mind is captive to, captivated by,
placed on hold, but can I really listen,
sure, I can hear you, but can I really
attend to what is wrestled in your
meaning, conveyed by your feeling,
I can feel your voice, but can I feel
your words at their core across the 
space that is you, not you, 
and me, not me, can I listen deeply 
to the fulness of you?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Soft Tread of Footsteps

Charmed Chaos

“And I rose

In rainy autumn

And walked abroad in a shower of all my days…” 

― Dylan Thomas, Collected Poems

Tread lightly upon worn timbered stairs 
Leading to autumn’s cool embrace 
With lumbering care, slip 
Into welcoming arms
Of swaying russet leaves 
Whispering in an elusive breeze

Feel divine grace of this sacred place
Be alive with startling beauty
Here in nature, relief
Escaping plaguing thoughts 
Each step of faith we take
Brings us closer to God’s loving peace

The Sunday Muse #132

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