I first had the idea for this song / poem on hearing the news about the good ship Madleen, setting out for Gaza.

 

Thunberg and her crewmates were not “deported” from Israel. The Madleen was illegally detained, her crew illegally abducted / kidnapped to Israel, and then released, after the Madleen’s cargo of aid had been stolen.

 

The so-called “personalities” - several failed “comedia...

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I believe all my poems to be refined,
And to have an impact upon our mind.
And although they're deep and thoroughly planned,
Each one is quite easy to understand.

They may be about people or about things,
And aimed towards beggars right up to kings.
And they show us how to appreciate life,
And hold happiness whilst dealing with strife.

They may be about thoughts or our emotions.
And t...

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Her sky was burning crashing down around her 

there  was fire in the sky  it burned so brightly she could 

not see that her whole entire world was gone she lost her

breath laying on the ground tears began to fall down her face 

washing some of the darkness away those tears fell and fell

until the fire was out  and she found her breath with her last bit of strength 

she stood up l...

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A figure slumped beside the road, a heap of ash and thread. No face, no shape, just heavy cloth, and eyes that looked half-dead. “Who are you?” asked the wrinkled one, with voice both calm and kind. “I’m Sadness,” said the shape, half-formed, “the one all try to bind.” “They turn from me,” the figure said, “as if I bring disease. They smile too wide, deny the weight, pretending th...

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You've gotten by without it.
Tucked away.
But now,
It's a rainy day.

 

 

 

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Bonnie Madleen

I first had the idea for this song / poem on hearing the news about the good ship Madleen, setting out for Gaza.

Thunberg and her crewmates were not “deported” from Israel, as reported in the biased media, they were released after the Madleen and her crew were illegally abducted to Israel, and her cargo stolen.

The so-called “personalities” - several failed “comedians” amon...

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I feel distant from hope

like a soul that is separated

like an empty space

there is only me and uncertain thoughts

 

waiting for the end of the day

but wishing that there was no tomorrow

as if all my dreams are hard to achieve

and slowly my ambition fades

 

I feel like I see someone else inside me

I don't recognize her

little things feel new to me

and death b...

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I'm walking alone
Through this chaotic road
Through this desolated land
That my senses corrode

The environment is hostile
Full of greed and jealousy
People want everything
While forgetting our legacy

The values from the past
Now seems to have a cost
Honesty lost its meaning
While respect was lost

So I'm searching the darkness
For a sparkle of light
For the motivation I need
To...

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All I can do is follow my heart
The one that you fill.
You made me unique.
So I can follow no one else.
I wait for your still small voice.
But I don't hear anything.

I am blind, but I know it,
So there is hope.
I follow my heart
Where it leads, I go.
Yes, I am blind...
But I can feel the light.

 

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The dreams we cherish, will they come to be? In perfect worlds, all wishes would align. Yet still I wonder, as I search to see, What life will bring, and how it will define. The storms may rage, yet in their swirling mist, I catch a glimpse of light that leads the way. Each answer seems elusive, hard to grasp, But still I hope, and keep my fears at bay. Though answers fade, my hope w...

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“The Bitter Cup” reflects the themes of enduring hardship and finding strength in the face of suffering, inspired by Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s “Surrounded by Good Powers...” The sonnet explores the idea of accepting life’s trials with quiet courage, symbolised by the "bitter cup," and trusting that even through pain, we move towards light and renewal. It echoes Bonhoeffer’s own spirit of res...

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It made me sad when I saw him there.

 

Beaten and bruised as he carried it. 

 

No one helped him.

 

No one cared. 

 

He hadn’t hurt anyone, yet they hated him.

 

He hadn’t stolen anything, yet they despised him.

 

All of this made no sense to me.

 

Why was a man who was faultless being punished?

 

Why was a man who healed and renewed life to people g...

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If Hope were a song

I'd sing it all day long

I'd sing it through the night

I'd sing it from great heights!

I'd sing it ‘til my skin

Turned old & pale & thin

I'd sing it ‘til the Earth

Rejoiced in its re-birth!

If Hope were a song

I'd sing it all day long

I'd sing ‘til only love

Rained down from up above

 

 

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Sometimes I feel like a soul that's forever searching.

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever find the light.

I get weary.  I grasp for hope.

Sometimes I wonder, am I getting accustomed

To stumbling around in the dark of night?

I know I'll never stop my searching.

Even if it cost me everything that I hold dear.

Just to find out that You are

And have always been... right here.

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I walk this walk in winter’s fog

along the path to fill each day.

Each stranger I see barely nods,

they pass by without aught to say. 

 

Against the cold I wrap my coat

while trying to ignore the sting

and thoughts of all the miles ahead

that passing through this season brings. 

 

I still recall the trees in color.

It seems like just a day ago.

I dream of time i...

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If I were God, no tyrant’s fist Would strike the world and call it law. No throne would stand on broken backs, No crown be forged from cries of pain. The fattened few who drink from veins Of those who toil, who starve, who break, Would wake to find their golden feasts Had turned to dust upon their tongues. No child would fade to hollow bone, No mother beg for crusts of bread, No fa...

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Today, three years ago, Russia launched its brutal invasion of Ukraine, shattering peace and unleashing a wave of destruction. Towns were levelled, lives torn apart, and a nation thrust into an endless struggle for survival. Despite the relentless violence, Ukraine remains unyielding, its people refusing to surrender. The world has watched as the cost in blood and suffering continues to rise, and ...

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The snow is not to blame

In fact, it covers it up

All that I see is kindness

On the white covered ground

 

The snow is not to blame

 

It offers a rest bite

from worry,

as the crystals float past

my window  

 

an endless letting

       go

an endless letting

             go

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The Berlin Holocaust Memorial is stark.

For the Tool though, those Stelae made a brilliant backdrop

to his ‘Twenty-Two election publicity lark;

The Shoa, he reduced to a pantomime prop,

Behind you, behind you! Look, Sir, it’s the …!

 

At Auschwitz yer man is on ‘Twenty-Five’s photo-shoot,

The strain in his face, act studiously honed

to show that he cares, oh, look at him, ...

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This poem is about a society increasingly divided, where accusations fly and truth seems lost. It speaks to the urgency of listening instead of blaming, understanding instead of judging, and choosing hope over fear. In a world where opinions are quickly voiced and emotions run high, the poem urges a shift in perspective—one that values connection, love, and the strength to find hope, even in diffi...

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The Irish proverb:

Capall na beatha an grá,

/koh-pul nuh baa-ha un gra/

literally means Love is the horse of life:

the English equivalent is Love makes the world go round.

it’s an example of the historical importance of the horse in Irish life.

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Love’s revolution,

Capall na beatha a...

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Beneath the aching winter’s shroud,

A child walked mute through the bustling crowd.

Her feet, bare whispers on the frozen stone,

Her ribs a harp of hunger’s tone.

 

She carried a box, her treasure, her thread

Of tiny star-sticks, sulfur-fed.

She called to the rich, the hurried, the gray,

“Buy one, kind sir, and light your way.”

 

But no one paused, no coin was tossed,

...

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Believe

 

What

is the

reason for

the season? Why

do we celebrate

the date a child was born?

Perhaps... as a reminder

We have a chance for redemption

If we open our hearts to believe.

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The lights you seek are not these ones, these are mine

I shall explain more in time

As I have searched far and wide

Yet these are the most beaufitul I find

Unique, like tears in the snow

 

I share these lights with the Emporer, Leopard and Crabeater

With an hour of sunlight, there's nothing more sweeter

Than to sit and watch the carnival of light above

On my own, as the ...

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The wind bites at the death of hope

Beautiful mountains stare from the distance waiting

A town scarred from a fire lingering in mind

As the silence quells the last of hope

 

Soldiers, guns and tanks roll through

Seeking opposition on a path straight through

Fortifications find footing, scarring the beauty of those hills

Where evil lurks and killing is a thrill

 

In am...

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My friend and I have just been reduced to tears by this scene in a video.

 

A charming girl of three years old,

makes a beautiful request,

a scene of wonder then unfolds,

in which the world by her’s then blessed,

‘please can you play Imagine’;

how like a nightingale she sings

with words of charity, compassion,

hope to a suffering world she brings.

The world and I beh...

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The driftwood floats,

Down toward the rocky slopes,

Without a care in the world.

"I can't be bothered by those jagged rocks now,

In this cool water where I enjoy my ride,"

"Besides, there's still time to turn this around,

If I could just go against the tide."

"What a life this is being driftwood,

Where I go next is anybody's guess."

So I smile like nothing's the matter,

...

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Why should I hold myself back ?

Why should I talk less ?

Why not colour my life like a flower,

Why not  move on like moving water in the shower,

Why not I dye myself like scattered leaves, 

Why not I leave behind all my grieves.

 

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The wind blows through the palm trees
like someone passing by without a sound,
but leaves the trace of its presence
in the song of the birds.

The sun is already low,
and the earth, warm, breathes slowly.
Each step is a reminder
that time is a road that doesn't turn back.

Life is made of small gestures:
the worker’s embrace,
the child's smile,
the gaze of the woman who makes a home a...

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Think about it and then shout it Don't be shy, just say hi 💗 To the bias of your heart, of your mind To the reason of your laugh, of your shine .    

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This poem tries to capture the pain of watching a friend succumb to addiction, bound to a destructive habit that erodes both health and hope. As one friend struggles with the limits of friendship and "agape", the other slips further and further away, lost in a cycle that breaks promises and bodies alike. This poem hopefully serves as both plea and ultimatum—a haunting look at the cost of holding o...

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For me, there should be roses raining,
A sky of wonders, never waning.
The world should twist, turn on its head,
And all its worries left unsaid.

 

At sixteen, I dreamt with quiet fire,
To reach the heights, to never tire.
To claim my place, to stand my ground,
With every voice, I’d make a sound.

 

And later, I longed for something grand,
To see the world, to understand.
Not lo...

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You got alot of nerve, stirring up mess

Churning emotions til they fester and burn

Wrecking havoc, thriving in your habitual habit

Unconcerned with the environment, leaving it in misalignment 

Antagonized by your exasperation

Declared our common enemy out of correlation

To fan out the flames of your generation

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I stand before the threshold 

Of the dire circumstantial area,

Where the scent of curable drugs

Gives me a feeling of nausea. 

 

The long white corridor giving 

Room to sick and sickened patients,

Simultaneously tests the patience

Of related hearts living in suspence.

 

While the projected monitor-beeps

Fail to needfully and steadily beat,

Death nearly arrives a...

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Never falter from your dreams

Nor dream to falter

Never hope to live no-more 

But live to hope for evermore 

 

Never chase your own despair 

Let despair chase after you

Never doubt the strength you hold

Let strength leave doubt out in the cold

 

Never fight when you can talk

Let talk win the fight for you

Never call for hate when understanding is needed

...

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Growing up i watched a plethora of superheroes,

And i was in awe at all of them,

Wonderwoman with her whip,

Spiderman with his webs,

Superman with his flight,

Not to forget the ethereal mermaids.

 

With everyday that passed,

I hoped and anticipated,

Prayed, yearned and cried,

that, I too, might be blessed with a superpower-

Something that would make me unique

an...

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Cuttings

 

Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,

The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush.

Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,

On a cold and frosty morning morning.

 

They took a sprig from Hatfeild Hall

And planted it in Wakefield Gaol

A Mulberry bush grew on the spot

Its humble origins forgot

And there female prisoners exercised at night

Beneath the pale Yorkshire...

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In the silence that resonates,
a lament of absences,
the flowers bloom in the shadows,
whispers of a life that fades away.

Eyes searching the horizon
for a trace of hope,
but pain, like a poem,
is sculpted in the words of the day.

The city is a labyrinth of steps
that reflects solitude at every corner -
laughter dissolves in the wind
like falling petals,
disguised in the chaos.

...

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My reflection doesn’t tell my story yet I still feel as though it defines me

 

When I look,

 

 I see my flaws

 

I see mistakes

 

I see problems

 

Looking at others I see so much beauty

 

They have the perfect clothes

 

Perfect hair

 

Perfect face

 

Perfect body

 

Maybe it’s just a facade but it seems so real

 

Pushed on me is the pe...

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In the hush of night, I speak to You,  
My heart is heavy, my faith unsure,  
I’m young, on the brink of my prime,  
Yet time seems to slip, like grains of sand.

I ache, Lord, in this restless quest,  
Trying to believe, though I’m oppressed,  
Do I continue in this weary chase,  
Or is it just a lost, empty race?

I see others, their paths seem clear,  
While I stumble, gripped by fea...

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When will it go away?

 

The pain in my chest

 

Pain in my stomach

 

Pain. 

 

It’s repetitive and never stops

 

It creeps up on me like bugs

 

Stings like a wasp

 

Bites like a mosquito

 

And leaves, taking a small part of me

 

Some say it’s a part of life 

 

Maybe I don’t want that

 

If this is life 

 

Maybe I don’t want any p...

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Into the translucent silence,
above the heartbeat of the stars
and the flight of the seagulls,
I will return with the gentle sky 

Like the breeze that ruffles the forest
or the moon that peeks through the night, 
and no matter how autumn dies there will always be a spring,
in the same way I will return

On the thought that crosses time
and lives on from its balconies,
like the pollen ...

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Il y a des moments dans la vie

Qu'on ne risque pas d'oublier

Des moments incroyables

Qu'on aimerait recréer

 

Comme le moment précis

Quand je t'ai vu pour la première fois

Une simple rencontre

Que m'a rempli de joie

 

Je marchais dans la rue

Quand on s'est croisés

Et dans ce moment précis 

Le temps s'est arrêté

 

Le bruit autour de nous

S'est soudain...

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It was on my first of many elevator rides 

up from the basement floor

I met a woman with short, red hair and a leather jacket, 

who I only ever saw 

just this once. 

 

I don’t know whether I ever responded

when she spoke to me

or to God

or to the elevator door 

 

saying:

three years ago, now,

they had given her six months to live. 

 

saying:

three ye...

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You can learn a lot about yourself in the dark..

The things that once terrified you no longer appear so large 
and that flame that you had to light for yourself 
will guide you to places that you didn't know existed

Thank yourself that you persisted 
You lit that fire in the damp, in the cold 
You nurtured it as it turned from a flicker to nothing but coal

Really, thank yourself for n...

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Change is the most natural part of life 

The summer cannot last forever 
I have learned simply to never say never 

I change my mind 
Perspectives and feelings move with time 

Nothing is certain 

Before you know it, it is Autumn 
and your leaves are turning into shades of gold 

To begin something new you must let go of the old 
It is okay to fall

Winter may be harder and it wi...

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You are an artist

Every morning as your eyes open up
you reach for your paintbrush 
unknowingly

You are the canvas 
and your actions are the splatters
Inspired by your dreams 
and all to you that matters 

You bring to life the beauty that you think
Transforming the formless into reality
your desires turn to ink

Do not downplay the smaller things you do
as every single brushstro...

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I often think about the past.
Had it been too slow or too fast?
Then I ponder on what might have been.
What I might have done and might have seen.

I think about all the times I've wasted,
And how I took for granted the things I tasted.
Where am I going? What am I doing?
What became of the life I had once been viewing?

Now all I see is a fog so dense
That in this life I can find no sen...

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Let's escape our separate towns together,
Away from prying eyes,
Where no one knows our faces yet,

And our love needs no disguise.

 

Let's camp out in the world together,

And I'll hold you through the night,

With your head upon my shoulder,

We sit watching stars burn bright.

 

We'll laugh and smile discussing hopes and dreams,

And make known all of our desires,

We'l...

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Jeez!

I can't hear the telly 

for your bubbling belly!

Stop being horrible! You know I get IBS

Aye, Irritating Belly Sounds!

I laughed

She didn't 

Her cheeks glazed with cherry red

But, also, the weight loss?

And, you need to eat more! 

You're like a mouse lately. 

Eeek, eeek, She mimics (badly)

She turns, cups my face in her hands, 

kisses me

But, there's...

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