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  Sep 2015 RH 78
eunsung aka Silas
you may not know me
face to face,
but you and I have connected
heart to heart through words.

Our lives are woven together by
the tapestry of words,
and into a living breathing poetry.

you and I are no longer strangers,
but fellow poets and sojourners
on this journey of creation.
RH 78 Sep 2015
Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Washed up.
Lifeless.
All for a new life too far to reach?

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Terrorists
Heartless.
What happened to the human rights we all preach?

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Traffickers.
Gangs.
Displacing people no home and no speech.

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
A son.
No future.
We hang our heads and weep!
Broken hearted and deeply affected by pictures I saw in the news depicting the lifeless body of a little boy no older than three who was photographed washed up on the shore line of Turkey. The result of further illegal human smuggling, people trafficking promising to get families to Europe on a false promise. All too often, people are put into small boats unable to sustain the weight of all the people put upon it and not fit for purpose. This is yet another shocking event in the wake of atrocities taking place in North Africa where the displacement of millions of innocent people continues. Governments are too busy counting the pennies and quarrelling amongst themselves in addition to wasting precious time as gangs and smugglers take advantage of the situation by sending people to their death profiting from the desperation of families searching for a place to call home. When will this end? RIP to the little boy, his brother and mother who all perished.
  Aug 2015 RH 78
DaSH the Hopeful
I've been looking for you all around

I can't find you in old photographs
And sometimes I can't reach you by phone
    But when I look in the mirror and see my smile

*I know I've found you
  Aug 2015 RH 78
Elijah
Soul is immortal
Thick skin is embodied
Mind overblown with intuition
I am a spirit creature.
Ever so sunkissed by grace
illuminating rays carry my bones
through tribulations and wrath,
I’m conquered by warm winds
of pure divinity and
constant love of nothingness.
I’m a spirit creature
#art #energy #happy #life #love #mind #poetry #soul #spirit
  Aug 2015 RH 78
Jude kyrie
We all called her Misty
because she was ethereal.
Always a listener never a talker.
People wondered
what he saw in her.
She had no personality
they said.
I noticed he always treated her
like one of  his belongings
not as a woman.
He was a bully.
I heard him yelling at her often.
She seemed to fade
even further into her mist
that followed her.
He told her where they could go.
And when they could leave.
Then one day she built up the courage
to send him packing.
No one was was more
delighted for her than me.
I saw her a couple of years later.
She told me she had traveled
to many of the countries
she had only seen in brochures.
Had adventures in some places
which were not even
in the travel guides.
Places she had no idea
she would ever visit.
Well, not on her own anyway.
RH 78 Aug 2015
I was watching the moon on a midsummer night. It turned fire red and It gave me a fright.

I was listening to a river in the middle of the winter. It washed up a stump which gave me a splinter.

I could feel the sun on a spring afternoon. I took a deep breath and thought about the moon.

The moon was scary and the moon made me shiver but it didn't inflict pain like the splinter from the river.

I was watching the moon on a midwinter night. A shadow cast across it and disappeared from my sight.
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