Compassion

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Seven Little Ducks

Fluffy quacking birds crossing a road
Their mother trying to manage them all
Little webbed...

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The moral mortgage of mice...

The moral mortgage of mice and men

Yours truly quite astute,
especially regarding cute
little field mice, also known
as...

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Disability Love

Disability Love

I worked with disabled people for many years, here's a view:
it's like an earthquake - not much...

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In Grief There Is God

Warm tears fell upon the cold stone
Blessing it with eternal love and sadness
As she stood on...

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No longer a pretty picture

Ageing

No longer a pretty picture

Looking through my window
and catching my own reflection
I see someone old and diminished...

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Mirror-touch

Your body is like a mirror
Reflecting the sensation, not the image
A perfect replica of each...

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Scrambled Eggs of Passion

Scrambled Eggs of Passion

Scattered clouds in the morning breaking lunch in the afternoon
Scrambling my feelings like eggs in...

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You My Shooting Star

You My Shooting Star

Flirty you
Tranquil you

Breathtaking you
Free spirit you
Bright shiny you...

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(iv) Night’s woods

(iv) Night’s woods

My voice is carried further back
than ever before by night’s wood,
inwards,
across the...

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Choose Kindness, Always

The quality of your life,
nay, the fact you’ve survived at all,
is the result of hundreds...

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Where the Grass Grows Green

Take me to a place far far away where we travel by horse
Where we see the tops of the mountains...

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I Didn't

I didn't ask for this
I didn't ask for the hands that weren't mine to touch my body
I didn't...

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The Cold Won’t Keep Us Apart

Chilling temperatures cause the time to stop and freeze
As if the breath of air had been taken by...

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Natural Beauty

Natural Beauty

Mother nature
The daughter
of earth and water,
sun and flowers
in her hair,...

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I just can't.

I reached for you yesterday with a mothers hand, gently filled with hope and never doubt,
This womb...

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For an Old Man We Met on a...

Upon the occasion of our
meeting
the same old man again
on his way
down from...