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| Dear mother earth, and sister spirits above or below or beyond, do your once and long ago times yet linger in some memory deep inplanted in us? Faint shadows now, but ragged remnants, threadbare and not fit to be used, are what's left of woman's peak, yet something stirs, still lives inside, sleep enchanted in us. A woman's place? What place is not then, when Nature is still called Mother? Although men may imagine themselves our keepers, kept safe, we've the powers, She granted, in us. by maia www.saysmom.com |
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| You scoff at her and call her a fool You say that she is just a tool To abuse and toss aside You use her for your beastly desires Consuming her with your brutal fires To take, to hurt, to destroy The things you do rip apart her soul Leaving in her a massive hole Nothing is left to save But she was weak and did not resist To all you did insist She begged then lost her soul by darkdancer darkdancer65@bellsouth.net http://bellsouthpwp.net/b/a/banshee5/index2.htm |
| Why She Stays Sting of a slap without reform A fist closed tight clenching in rage Her flesh weathers yet another storm Years are not kind from the batterings They take their toll Bruises on skin Bruises on soul Contorted reasons on each apology Her heart will again relent It's not love alone that dulls her mind But the censure of weak consent Be not her judge for why she stays There are no rules she's broken If guilt be any it lays in hiding Domestic Violence- Rarely spoken Dedicated to all vitims/survivors of Abuse and to the wonderful Grevillia Cottage, Westmead hospital. To my counsellor, Tricia, who encouraged me to take steps out into the open, Thank you. From a whisper to a roar, silent no more. .by Debbie debsquest@debsquest.com www.debsquest.com.au |
| COLOR BLIND I was driving down the street today -- I passed a young man, walking on his way. A car driving by "flipped him the bird". I said to myself, "This is absurd." What did he do? What did he say? Why was this boy being treated this way? From what I could see, he was doing no harm- unless walking down the street is cause for alarm! He was a young black man on the sidewalk of life. Two boys driving by, caused him such strife. Yes, they were white. Is that what is was? Are we in such a state? Was that their cause? To harass a human being, just walking along- to have no remorse- to feel it's not wrong. It caused me such grief - I just had to write; although it is late - far past midnight. I cannot forget what I saw today - how it stabbed through my soul as I drove on my way. I cried a tear over this un-witnessed crime. God will cry His own - in His own time. How must he feel, this young vibrant man? This hatred, harassment- he shouldn't HAVE to understand. Neither can I. For it makes little sense- to judge a human soul by the skin they present. Who are WE to judge one another? Are WE all but one soul- joined as sisters and brothers? I cry for the earth. I cry for the sky. I cry for the man on the street walking by. cry for our incapacity to see what is real. I cry for the hungry...Just give them a meal! I cry out to God, "Why can't we see, we are ALL one - part of you, part of me?" I wish I could change all these hard, narrow minds. I wish we could act more like God... COLOR BLIND. © Ellen M. DuBois http://www.ellendubois.com |
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| Mother in Law
you enter into a family, even by marriage; You show up with a horse and Bright White Carriage; Hoping you live up to this image is something you hope to see; Doing this is easy when I let my self be me; Gaining a new mother is something very special to me; Someone with a kind heart, which is easy to see; When she is away, we miss her so very much; Especially on Mothers day , Christmas and such; We hope she keeps in mind each and every day; How much we love her, in a very special way; I say all this to you with my Heart, my Bones, and my Joints; Because frankly, I could use the Brownie Points. Martin D. White Author Living the Simple Life Email: martin@livingthesimplelife.com website: www.livingthesimplelife.com |