Birds and morning moon set

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Birds and morning moon set

on my shoulder

The ancient tree seems older now

and how I want to hold her

close to me

But her heart is fickle,

so I let it be

She wears her crescent like a sickle

on her side

And with a glance in her midnight dance

if given half a chance

She will tear your soul apart,

will leave you dying cold,

I’ve been told ~

somewhere on her painted sky,

to moan

where birds and morning moon set

alone

 

ldn

Hiding

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Hiding

 

When I was six I hid under the covers

because I was afraid of the Japanese.

When I was twelve I hid under my school desk,

fearing the Russians.

Now I’m sixty-five,

and I’m afraid of my fellow Americans

with nowhere left to hide.

 

ldn

Ignis fatuus

 

 

photo:  Matt Del Nagro

 

 

Ignis fatuus

(pronounced ig-nis-fat-chu-is)

Will-o’-the-wisp

Foolish fire

A ghostly fire, misleading

Seen over bogs

that lead you astray

when you follow their light receding

We carve them today –

eat their seeds,

then we go trick-or-treating

 

ldn

 

 

 

It ain't easy Babe

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It ain't easy Babe


Who do you think you are,
judging my sexuality,
my reality?
I am doing the best I can,
do, actually
with the cards I was dealt
in this worldly,
this present reality
And it ain’t easy, Babe
It ain’t easy Babe.

ldn

Malala and Mona

Malala and Mona

Two birds on one feather they fly

Malala fought for education,

for education Mona died

Mona taught the children

Malala read a book

Malala they shot

Mona’s life they took

Two birds on one feather they fly,
Malala ~ here on Earth,
Mona, on High

ldn

Mona was arrested as she taught children's classes.
She was sentenced to death.
She kissed the rope,
then placed it around her neck.

Now Malala carries Mona
with her each and every breath

Thank you, Malala

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7NXPLc6AsU

Malala on my mind

Malala on my mind

I can not get Malala off my mind. 
She's pasted in my brain
on pages stuck together in the rain,
head bent reading,
Malala took a bullet for us,
to the head,
on the back of the bus.
I can not get Malala off my mind.

 For Malala, encourage your child to read today…

ldn

The Choice

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The Choice

 

It’s election year two thousand and twelve

And things are not looking well

But, we have a choice

So, who do you choose? 

Who will win and who will lose?

Obama or Romney?

The Blue side calls Mitt, a Liar

The Red side calls Barrack a “Commie”

A Liar and a Commie? - Give us a break!

Our Country’s in trouble

There’s allot at stake!

Women’s rights - Gays too

Health care for me and you

Foreign policy

Hypocrisy?

Oh my, what to do?

Obama is running with Biden – Yuk, Yuk…

Romney chose Ryan – what luck!

Mitt took a blow when he was caught cheating

Barack took a hit when he was caught sleeping

But wait!

There’s another debate…

Will Mitt get his story straight?

Will Obama wake up before it’s too late?

We’ll see

Won’t we? 

ldn

10/16/2012

skin covering up

Patience requires long suffering
Suffering is a deep river
It is worn on cuffs
of white shirts
unclean
runs deep into
bones
on frames holding
guts

loosely onto skin covering
up

ldn

It ain't easy, Babe

Who do you think you are,
judging my sexuality,
my reality?
I am doing the best I can,
do, actually
with the cards I was dealt
in this worldly,
this present reality
And it ain’t easy, Babe
It ain’t easy Babe.

ldn