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ONE SHOT ATTICUS (Sapphic Stanza)
Slayer of Prejudice
In honor of Black History Month
by Mary Naylor
Atticus, TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD, hero?
Gentle, understanding, just, and
Loving. Brave? Would he say, 'No? ' I think he would.
Atticus, soaring!
One shot amo, love, patience, humor.
Black men called him friend. White men called him scum.
Atticus, the fearless; wry, wise, splendid.
Rainbow in shadows.
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Listen For The Bells (Revised)
Listen for the fragile bells of hope
As they begin to chime!
Beautiful, silvery, chimes,
May they grow stronger
And flood the air
With their hollow throats blonging
And clonging, until
until the soul throbs and sobs
and transmogrifies with the bells.
Until their vibrations fill the not only the earth,
but the heavens, too!
Justice they shall boom,
Justice they shall bellow,
Justice for the people of Darfur!
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Valentine Dreams
Valentine Dreams
~Tick, tock~~~~~~~~
Is it the clock or the beat~~~~
Of my heart, measuring our~~~~
Lives in old memories? Flickering
Lights or visions of past delights as
The candle light glow, paints our old
Dreams with flames? You and I,
Lacy valentines, Cupid and~~~
Arrows, late dinners and~~~~
Wine. Dancing and~~~~~~
Romancing, fragile, ~~~~
Fragrant Bouquets. ~~~
Dear, Happy~~~~~~
Valentine’s ~~~
Day! ~~
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Rhapsody Unshackled (Serious Adult Content)
Few have heard the distant
ecstatic melody:
The slaves heard it
as their pursuers closed in on them,
The political prisoner heard it
as he lay dying in his filthy cell,
Holocaust victims heard it
as they listened to the hiss of gas,
The kidnapped hostage heard it
as the blade touched his neck.
First faint notes,
then a rumbling deep in the earth.
A joyous song
rises like a cloud in the air,
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Autumn Dreams
Grinning pumpkins, falling leaves,
Dancing scarecrows, twirling breeze,
Color, color everywhere,
Autumn dreams are in the air! Autumn is a woman growing old,
Ready to let what is dead go,
Her youthful radiance has faded, and that's sad,
But underneath she discovers a
spread of colors she didn't know she had. Little children screech and run,
Ghosts and goblins having fun,
Color, color everywhere,
Autumn dreams are in the air! Around her a kaleidoscope of leaves are whirling.
Deep within her visions stir of new life that will be,
A budding, a flowering, a promise unfurling.
Autumn is a woman growing old,
Ready to let what is dead go. Calico kittens, rain falling rat-a-tat-tat,
Big full moon, funny black cats,
Color, color everywhere,
Autumn dreams are in the air!
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Dream Horse
Galloping, galloping in the night sky,
a pale dream horse and his dream herd float by.
There's no sound from their hooves,
There's no pound of their hearts,
as silently, soundlessly, they waft through the dark.
The moon was a chalice brimming with light,
when I first looked up and witnessed their flight.
In a swirl of mother-of-pearl stardust they rode,
and freedom of spirit was their only load.
Dream Horse, you are made of dream dust.
You rear on your hind legs and paw at the sky.
On earth you were a sight to stun the eye.
They say on this planet there is no grace
for you and your wild herds-there's not enough space,
but in endless eternity you've found a place.
So ride, Dream Horse, ride. Whirl by with your
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Say a Prayer for Darfur (Revised)
Say a Prayer for Darfur (Revised) (Warning for Mature Audience, violence depicted)
Darfur, yesterday,
Cozy, thatched huts,
Shining in the sun, nestled in the sand.
Darfur, yesterday,
Brightly-garbed, graceful women, friendly, strong men.
And the children…
The children,
Running and leaping,
Playing and laughing.
Today, a grinning skull
Hangs like the moon,
Over a gutted Darfur.
For Death came to Darfur,
Draped with murder and mayhem,
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Angel Tears
Angel tears, angel tears falling softly as rain,
Angel tears, angel tears, falling amidst human pain,
Angel tears that can’t be seen, but only felt,
Angel tears that can make the hardest heart melt.
Lodel lo, lodel woe, lodel lo, lodel lye,
What are some of the things that make angels cry?
Despair walks alone down empty streets,
Filled with the patter of small, homeless feet.
No teddy bears for comfort, no little beds with clean sheets,
And in the dark shadows, predators watch and seep.
Angel tears, angel tears, falling on us below,
Angle tears, angel tears, blessing us now, and long ago…
When men stole bread for their children to eat, long years ago,
They were put in jails and branded criminals and foe,
Then placed in ships, flimsy and frail,
Which then for America, set sail.
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Dream Hoese II (Revised)
Galloping, galloping in the night sky,
a pale dream horse and his dream herd float by.
There's no sound from their hooves,
There's no pound of their hearts,
as silently, soundlessly they waft
through the dark.
The moon was a chalis brimming with light,
when I first looked up and witnessed
their flight.
In a swirl of mother-of-pearl stardust they rode
and freedom of spirit was their only load.
Dream Horse, you are made of dream dust.
You rear on your hind legs,
and paw at the sky.
On earth you were a sight to stun the eye.
Ah, but now you are old or without a home.
There is money to be made, and Hearts run cold.
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Dream Horse II (Revised)
Galloping, galloping in the night sky,
a pale dream horse and his dream herd float by.
There's no sound from their hooves,
There's no pound of their hearts,
as silently, soundlessly they waft
through the dark.
The moon was a chalis brimming with light,
when I first looked up and witnessed
their flight.
In a swirl of mother-of-pearl stardust they rode
and freedom of spirit was their only load.
Dream Horse, you are made of dream dust.
You rear on your hind legs,
and paw at the sky.
On earth you were a sight to stun the eye.
Ah, but now you are old or without a home.
There is money to be made, and Hearts run cold.
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