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Dec 2016 K Mae

CA Guilfoyle

We are walking, we are chanting, we are praying
though many before us were killed and maimed
we stand in peace, we are in love with the sky,
the earth, the water, the father and the mother

We stand together, we watch the river flood
through the years spilling over with human blood
Praying peace and clean water for our earth mother
praying one day all will come to know
the intricate connection we have to each other
realize how we harm ourselves
when we harm another

We cry with the sky tears
water protectors in the river

Dec 2016 K Mae

No Left Brain?

Dec 2016 K Mae

CharlesC

No Left Brain?

The left..
that analyzing splitting
friend and fiend..
We are slow to discover
the Right
is that upon which
proud left depends
for it's work..it's life..
Yet that left
seems warily persistent
wishing to convince:
I stand strong and alone..
I will hide..if I must
until doubting clouds
blow past once more..
But its days are numbered
as we each day uncover:
left is an actor
a temporary pretender
from Right...!

Dec 2016 K Mae

Holy Godlessness (Embracing my inner Earthling)

Dec 2016 K Mae

SG Holter

Holy Godlessness (Embracing my inner Earthling)

I tell her that tomorrow
Slides slowly to meet my
Familiar night.

That the changes are few
And subtle. I am OK, I say,
Face still cold from last night's

Pavement.
Truth is I'm terrified.
Heartbroken and soaked in

Myself, clinging to the past with
One hand, fighting its demons
With the other. Terrified.

Embracing my inner
Earthling. Loathing it.
Terrified. Loving it.

I used to think I was only human.
Now I
Know.

Nov 2016 K Mae

Untimely

Nov 2016 K Mae

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Untimely

He hasn't buried the baby within
but today he buried the ashes of his baby
crying like a baby
as the river devoured the bone dusts
and all the remnants
of the cuddles and kisses
hollowing him to remember
the guest of his blood
that would feed on his grief
for the rest of his life.

August afternoon, a father cremates his baby child on a ghat by the river Ganga.

Nov 2016 K Mae

Dreams of wild geese

Nov 2016 K Mae

r

Dreams of wild geese

November comes
with the wild geese
in their V like memories
of an arrow flying
too close to the sun
and their feathers shining
as their wings beat as one
drum in the distance
signaling that winter
is coming, and the cold
days will keep us inside
warmed by the fires we crave
deep in our caves painting
and dreaming away.

Nov 2016 K Mae

Transformations

Nov 2016 K Mae

Sjr1000

Transformations

The glory of nature
in all of its transformations
the dawning of consciousness
the surrender of love
the struggle for survival
the dance between
the light and darkness

The meteor shower
the child's first step
the child's first smile
the cocoon unspun
the spider's daily web
the many mornings
come and gone

This observer of
what is and what is not
consumed with awe

Melting solids
to dust
liquid to vapors
riding life's lightening
thunder's laughter

From oppression to freedom
From slumber to wisdom

The glory of all nature
instantaneous and gone
the ink on the page
the sun gone nova
the event horizon
random particles
converge into being
dissipate and defuse
from movement to entropy
ashes to ashes
stardust to stardust

The poet ever singing
the glory of transformations.