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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Conditioned
Back aches
Feet throbs
Vision strain
Headache driving one insaneWe came up with the saying “the tough get it done”
I’m done…
We as a society, on the whole
Are charcoaled steak
Extra well, with no tenderness in sight4 Comments -
Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
Fireflies Over the Somme
She led me to a lonely forest glade, where fireflies flew and faeries might have played,
The brooding sky was blood red, pure delight, the half-light glowed as dusk turned into night,
We lay among white lilies in the mist, she winked and beat her wings before she kissed,
Then whispered sweetest nothings in my ear, the…Read More1 Comment -
Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
I know Burl, my name’s Furl, my lips curl, I’m your girl!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
This gross mask, your big ask, the gas flask, my head cask!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
I hate this, I can’t hiss, I can’t kiss, I can’t piss!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
The gas stinks, my face pinks, one eye winks, my hair kinks!
It’s Cryi…Read More -
Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
Oops! I missed some days, oh well:
I Saw Her Crying in Tom Planter’s Field
I saw her crying in Tom Planter’s field,
The blonde-haired girl in black nobody knows,
Her eyes were hollowed out, her raw lips peeled,
She wore a silver bullring through her nose.
She bore the scars of herbicidal birth,
The effluent she drank from river sew…Read More -
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It does feel that way, done, charcoaled. But after last Saturday, I saw hope for many reasons beyond the numbers. But it will take more than a one and done approach. It will take sustained resistance, nonviolent activity, a refusal to obey the flames of abuse, and in our millions to stop the “grilling”.