Eyes of Child #photography #poetry #world

 

 

It matters not the place

US, Africa, Crimea, Mexico..

a smile you can always trace

on the winsome and open face

of a child

 

This week’s prompt for the Dp photo challenge is Humanity. Sadly when I travel outside of the country (to work),  I don’t usually take a camera unless its a throw away type.

Sticks and Stones #poetry #photography

stream

if I could give up

one thing you see

it wouldn’t hang

from a big apple tree

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if I had to stand

with a big lettered sign

it would not be written

in cursive or in rhyme

*

if there were a big group

standing in a crowd

people united

some silent others loud

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i’m not sure if ships

blockading in the sea

or a broad high fence

barring you from feeding me

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is it sticks that you bring

or is it rocks

what point are you making

with your useless sling shot?

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The prompt for Poet’s United Midweek motif is Boycott.

 I am not sure if a boycott of items or a service really does much.

Will a Cold War (a boycott of sorts) with Russia help my friends in the Ukraine???

Are the boys barring the way for practitioners  (with sticks and slingshots)  into their villages preventing the spread of Ebola?

My signs would say:

“Give Crimea Back”

“Stop the Spread of Ebola – NOW!!!”

Believe In Change #poetry #Crimea

SB Pier

Rise up say your piece

unite for a cause

stem unreason’s tide

truth above the laws

hold back foolish notions

punish not our beliefs

this cause may seem deranged

 generations filled with grief

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with unrest we can’t sleep

we are in need of change

no silence we will keep

set things in motion

stop machination’s jaws

people side by side

upend meaningless clause

our world in need of peace

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The ESL work I did in Crimea was over the summer.

I would be preparing now to leave.

Where are those students today?

Who knows?

Who

Cares?

 

The Poet’s United Midweek Motif is prompting poets to write about public protest.

Poets and artists have always had a voice that rings truth.

What do you feel strongly about?

I am saddened by news coming out of Crimea.

 

 

 

 

Under Glass #crimea #Ukraine #photography #poetry

under glass

Like a science project

something to be analyzed

we never touch you

we only observe

write the data

pen the findings

draw a conclusion

You in the world’s fishbowl

swimming against a red tide

only to find

all of your school is missing

though the report

“only a few are dead”

Brilliant you fighting fish

swimming in cadence

parading about in colorful costume

destroying the inhabitants

watery souls

face down in the sea

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I can find nothing about friends who reside in Crimea.

Ukrainians who love their country are threatened with each step .

My friends where have you gone???

 

Retreaded Spoils #children #poetry

shadows

Cheap like retread tires

flying off into the distance

oh, you so soon forgotten

what did you stand for?

you could not have had feelings

for who would tread over humanity?

no one feels anymore

certainly not girls

whose wasted lives

embraced at the slave block

the pivotal point

where statesmen make lofty speeches

in the shadows of no one listening

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Malala a school girl who understands the issue over the Nigerian school girls urges action.

Just Another Sunday #poetry #Ukraine #crimea #notfiction

hint of spring (2)

Smiling at the signs

spring peaks on the horizon

I join others in song

waving to my friends

I go along my way

happy greetings of the day

I never saw the signs

there are soldiers up ahead

I calmly still my dread

“To visit  family”

I say so cheerfully 

scream at the bullet’s sound

“get on with you” they said

“or surely you’ll be dead”

my car they have destroyed

white bloody rose

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I have used poetic license but this is what happened several Sundays ago to a woman on her way home from church in Crimea.

For Ineza #crimea #poetry #ukraine

storms end

Ineza you are now 14

somewhere between child and woman

we wished for you better things

brilliant you were so young

so close to being lost in life’s storm

the answers were so hard at six

he in prison

she buried with her Vodka

you grasped at the life-giving prism

so close to being lost in life’s storm

your home some country’s loot

once beautiful green and blue

trampled under boot

did they ever think of you?

so close to being lost in life’s storm

reach out your hand

before it’s too late

pull her toward safety

do not bring disaster as her fate

she is too close to being lost in life’s storm

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is foresight / prescience aka a glimpse into the future. Ineza was a student of mine in Crimea. If I could have brought her to my country, I would have for she had already endured too much. I have no desire to look into her future for it too closely is united to Crimea;s fate.

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