Category: Poems

The Mother

is dying,

she is

overwhelmed,

the water is

poisoned

the land is

turned to

sand…

The animals

are slaughtered

alive,

we ignore

their cries…

Driven to

extinction,

bred to death

for profit…

No child left

behind,

they are all

wounded

and many

cannot read

or reason…

The Constitution

which I defended

with my life

is dying

at the hands

of the greedy

and immoral,

rapists,

pedophiles,

criminals,

The

Trumpstein

Files.

Rape Academy.

Women

defiled

degraded

desecrated

and still

we rise

Overwhelmed…

Every day

Every way

as the

liars, thieves, and cheats

continue

to steal

everything

from us…

We are

holding

out for

a hero…

I hope one

exists!

Overwhelmed

Overwhelming

OVER IT.

Rises

and

sets

light

to

dark

soul

to

heart

birds

sing

crickets

scream

ebb

and

flow

here

we

go

another

day

on this

beautiful

orb

thanks

to the

orb

of

fire!

Dancing

across

the sky,

casting

your

glow

of the

beauty

within

and

without,

graceful

cresting

throughout

the fair

night

a true

delight.

Light the

path

unseen

sparkle

if only

for a

moment

in time

beautiful

lady…

In my dreams

I sing a song

of me…

I live a life

where I am free.

Surrounded by

light and love

and flowers…

so many beautiful

flowers…

the grass is soft

the light is warm

the sounds of water

caressing my soul…

surrounded by creatures

to and fro.

I walk with friends

at peace in my world…

I love

and

I am loved

no doubts

no fears

no meanness

comes near.

My dreams realized

for me

and

for you…

Growing up

growing,

always

growing…

growing

body

growing

mind

growing

limber

growing

strong

growing

fast.

Growing

older

growing

weary

growing

slower

growing

tired

growing

wiser

growing

freer

growing

until

the

end…

Running deep

running long

take me

to the

place

I belong.

I dream

of you,

I weave

tales

of you,

sweet

Ireland…

I will

return

to my

roots

in life

and

in death.

Ireland,

I will

finally rest

in my

Mothers

embrace

where the

gulls cry

at sunset…

I spent some

time in your

space,

your aura’s

embrace…

No words

needed

to feel

your healing

grace…

You looked

into my soul

with your

beautiful

eyes,

I did not

want to

leave

your side.

I will

return~

I must

because

I have found

my Muse

in You…

Letting go

I do not

know…

I have been

holding on

for so long…

a lifetime,

perhaps

a few~

trauma

within

trauma

without

letting go

holding tight,

always ready

for the

fight…

so tired

of this

race I’ve

run

but never

won…

time grows

short

it is time

for finally

letting go…

It begins

within…

Winter holds

its own

magic.

Time slows,

the earth

glows

at midnight.

Wet flakes

hard flakes

light as a feather

hard as a bullet…

Where do the

birds go?

The Mother

knows…

The whipping

winds

the bone chilling

shivers

reminders

of power

we do not

possess.

Take this time

to rest

as the snow

falls…