Dried stingray was so tasty Rice porridge was smooth and pasty Mother cooked, cared and cleaned Her sturdy hands with duty teemed Grandma worked in the fields She made her widowhood her seeds Pure freedom was in the deeds Few choices in the dough, with fewer needs Dad was like silent, visible strength Providing forContinue reading “Upbringing: A poem “
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The story of Cain: A poem
Was it Cain’s crime that God preferred flesh over fruit? The fruit of paradise, perhaps, in God’s memory. And he was marked on his forehead. Protected by his sin for life. He slew. The shadow of jealousy is far too long Tormenting the wretched. It keeps growing like cancer eating the soul. WeContinue reading “The story of Cain: A poem “
Man’s prejudice: A poem
You can’t catch butterflies in a storm They die, wings broken, antenna torn Birds don’t dare strong winds, flowers shed Animals hide from blizzards in panic’s bed Famine scourges the wild, even bees lose bite When a season fails to flourish, nothing seems right A drought kills lush pastures, fruit don’t sprout How everything isContinue reading “Man’s prejudice: A poem “
Gateway: A poem
If wounds could be healed, sorrow could be congealed Walls would be no boundaries but benevolently shady trees A prayer is a rejuvenating limerick Reignites the bard’s burnt-out wick And the thin narrow space he walks becomes roomy hallways without locks Let the ghosts of time ceaselessly play Circumstance’s bitterness not shatter like clay Hurt mayContinue reading “Gateway: A poem “
Albanese your crimes will catch up on you
Albanese you won’t get away with your murders
O Child!: A poem
Time is spare, but moments are bare Memories are molten like wax ware The beautiful love that we once did share is red and tender like meat done rare I have words for the curls in your hair A child is an ornament the soul will always wear Laughter is the tale of all thoseContinue reading “O Child!: A poem “
Fishy creep Anthony Albanese. Resign
A museum bears no truth: A poem
Embers of history are no relics of gold The oft-told story has no veracity in bold The past is a corpse lying in mysterious dark A graveyard of truth, which is seldom marked Museums are no foundries of the lives that were led Their artefacts don’t mourn for the veins that bled Evil guns brought victoryContinue reading “A museum bears no truth: A poem “
A little great trivial: A poem
The dog seems to have won The bird has done a few too The cat sits on a mighty tree The cow is asking for more The sheep can fly a hive The duck also knows the fix It’s the horse who knows heaven The pig doesn’t have to wait The elephant divines wine IfContinue reading “A little great trivial: A poem “