The Racist

I hate ‘they’ I hate ‘them’ I hate ‘you people’ When will we say ‘humans’ When will we say ‘family’   I hate black I hate white I hate yellow When will we say ‘our blood is red’ When will we say ‘our bile is green’   I am racist …

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A Windy Poem

The wind commanded this poem (and the drawing above) out of me:   Wearisome wind, Whistling and whirling, It’s windsome.   Whipping round walls, Whirring down walkways, It’s wildsome.   Another example of making up words, as written about previously. Perhaps there are official words I could’ve used there that …

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A Poem: ‘Good Bye’

Good Bye   Met up with a friend today, A girl I knew from long ago. She’d always been a bright young thing, In her eyes a living glow.   We talked of times of energy, Accomplishments and useful deeds, Of hope and its accoutrements, Of dreams, what ifs, of …

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