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Barbara welcome to heaven

Barbara welcome to heaven
You are mow living a new life
In heaven
Also I know that you are not
Suffering anymore in heaven
Please Barbara
Rest all you want in heaven
Also you Barbara
Will look down from heaven
And wave goodbye to me
I can't no longer see you
Waving goodbye from
Heaven
Because heaven is far from
Earth
AIso before you died here
On earth
We said our final goodbye
I saw you taking your
Last breath
Then you finally closed
Your eyes
And drift away
Barbara
I miss you every day
I still have my life here

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Observance

Here the hills are old, and rolling
casually in their old age;
on the horizon youthful mountains
bathe themselves in windblown fountains . . .

By dying leaves and falling raindrops,
I have traced time's starts and stops,
and I have known the years to pass
almost unnoticed, whispering through treetops . . .

For here the valleys fill with sunlight
to the brim, then empty again,
and it seems that only I notice
how the years flood out, and in . . .

The Journey of Two

I was jolted out of my reverie by my mother’s voice. It rang in my ears like a bell, striking my mind like a tuning fork. I ran to meet her, and she gave me a quizzical look. “Lost in thought again? I wonder when you’ll be out of your imagination meadow,” she said, handing me the baskets while she carried the cutlasses and hoes. Together, we set out on our journey to the farm. The road was deserted, I could hear the sound of our every footstep.

Over our collective figurative eyes commander in chief pulls wool...

because you watch
and see that democracy will unspool
military (intelligent)
industrial complex tool
at Trump's beck and call,
where hardened soldiers
train the crosshairs of their firearms
against innocent bystanders,
especially targeting
supposedly nonestablishmentarians
(like this rebel without a clause),
who embraces win/win conflict resolution
shouting thru a megaphone
while standing atop a toady stool,
hence deployment of National Guard troops
doth adumbrate military rule
presaging a violent future,
where blood will pool

I KNOW MY PEOPLE

I know my people. I've seen their suffering and their tears, Their anger and their fears. I've seen them work amongst the mills, In cotton and sugar fields. Working with bleeding hands, And refusing to give up then. While tortured with whips and ropes, And they still believe in hope. I know my people. I've seen them laugh. I've seen them cry. I've seen them live. I've seen them die. I've seen their spirits, And their dreams. Their respect and self-esteem. Their unity as one, Amongst a rising sun. Yes! I. Know. My. People.

Passage

Pain travels from bone to bone –– moon intended for earth stays on its quest for truth. At the curb of defiance, she remembers a lark on one winter night staring into an owl's eyes; daisies that held within petals a precarious string of dew as a sky soaked up land's bellowing. Her bones shiver off fireflies forming hives of light on her skin –– sightless dreams: mirrors reflecting one heaven barren from drought of conquest. She remembers almond groves and blushing apricots; flowering for bees allowing their labouring bodies respite for sustaining cycles of lives.