Thanks Giving

 -------Thanks Giving-------

Honeysuckle, lilac and roses

A reminder shared

from early summer

To stop and smell the flowers

Everyday, 

to be grateful.

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Beacon

 -------Beacon--------

Sunrise calls 

the mourning dove

who calls to me 

each morning,

"Rise to shine 

and share that wonder

you touched 

within a dream".

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"Hands Off Assata"

 -------"Hands Off Assata"-------

There are some flowers 

who cannot be captured

A single Rose,

a field

of Asters

Whose presence extends 

beyond one body

Who gives 

the world 

the chance to dream.

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Back to Flowers

 -------Back to Flowers-------

I used to think

the season 

over

When our petals 

dried and fell

But then 

I watched

our fruit become

A seed 

and how the winter,

Blessed, 

held

our seed til spring

Could bring 

us back to flowers.

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Season of Promise

 -------Season of Promise-------

It's no small thing

to hear 

the birds sing

And the spring 

in children's 

laughter.

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Poetry Against Apartheid

 -------Poetry Against Apartheid-------

In the space between thoughts

A quiet 

remembers

What could be without the violence

That follows 

from minds

Empty of silence

And the poetry 

of wonder.

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No More War

 -------No More War-------

Not far 

beyond

the world 

we see,

Know 

and are 

with whom acquainted

Is a forest of trees

with leaves and dreams

each 

with a story to tell.

Empathy 

god knows 

softens the edges of ignorance.

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