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Are you willing to shoulder
the burden that was left
by those no longer heard

To write those things
they never wrote
inspired by their every word

To take that next step
they never took
to reach beyond their grasp

Clearing the way for those unborn
to pick up the mantle
— embracing the past

(The New Room: March, 2024)
In "these days" I consider
it luck, if the the movie
I stream doesn't use F-word.

In the "good old days"
I'd get a back hand hit,
if I ever said S-word.

My grandma, would give a,
Biblical slam, if I muttered,
D-word.

Someone's fetching a switch.
if I called, my sister a B-word

Yet in the "old days" I
do recall my black
friend, braying like a
donkey, calling me H-word,
and we would snicker, when
I called him N-word.
In all "ages" some words, are better off, not said or heard. This was to be The last line, but then it would rhyme. My "good old days" child abuse, and racist words, remembered thru, colored shades.
I know, I took the time, to not make it rhyme.
Cat
My old cat in spring
twitches his ear at passing bees
and sniffs at the lavender scented breeze
then he warms his belly and starts to purr
with a little less winter stuck to his fur
.
Deep into the sweet and sleepless night I lay,

Cradling that which is not half as precious
by day
Your wounds bleed past tomorrow
an inconvenient truth
Unsutured blame — till death reclaims
its healing absolute


(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Genocides,
   Both sides,
     Hostage Prize,
       Tunnel Spies,
         Rocket Skies,
          Towns Demise,
  Hunger Rise,
     Leaders Lies,
      Religions Despise,
       Anger Flies,
         Trade Plies,
          Government
            Tries,
             Reason Dies,
                God Cries.
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