Ramallah, West Bank, Israel
Jalazone is a refugee camp
where stones and ashes are as common as bread
where Arab children scatter like stray cats
at the fire of God in every rifle shot
In …
Category: Poetry
Aspen Vision
heart-leaves drying, rustling
in filling wind, falling to earth, grounding
of course I love you
I love you like sunshine
makes my closed eyelids glow red
warms the air and my forehead
defines the dancing …
West Bank Dignity
Jalazon is a refugee camp
where stones and ashes are as common as bread
where Arab children scatter like stray cats
from the fire of God in every rifle shot
In Jalazon hot dust falls …
Bubbles
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----------------------bubb----------------------
-------------------les pop in-------------------
-----------------the children's-----------------
-----------------faces as hands-----------------
-----------------reach for floa-----------------
-------------------ting shiny-------------------
----------les---------circ----------------------
--------bobbing---------------------------------
INTO THE SHADOW
YOU WALK INTO THE SHADOW
FACE COMES OUT OF THE STEEL
COME OUT COME OUT
WHEN THE SHADOW CATCHES YOU
THEN IT’S TIME TO RIOT
IN THE STREET RIOT
IN THE SQUARE SHOUTS THE CROWD…
A Friend Faith Keeps Dear
“Faith,” said a Friend, “is always near.”
A Friend trusting Faith finds depth.
“Faith speaks sincerely,” a Friend smiles, “in genuine hope.”
To a Friend trusting Faith, love is supreme.
Faith said, “A friend is …
Hear Hail
Hear hail
See hail
Feel hail
Fall
Pounding ice
Upon down me so
Rhythmic
So consistently
And quiet
Now I listen
To a tone of
Tapping time
Time
Time
Rhyming
Timing
Slapping sleet and
Frantic …
Sitting Here in the Rain
sitting here in the rain
I cannot see
your wind-wild eyes
watching me
somehow time stopped
long ago
only moths and mysteries
remember when
but now
water like a flood
pours into my flesh
my …
Fire Storm
“Come dance with me,”
Enticing currents cry.
“Inhale my wind,
You shall not surely die!”
Intense fire storm;
Can sharpened darts prevail?
“Behold my flame;
Touch not the sin-spiked nail.”
Look up, my soul,
Hold …
Cloud Shroud
Cloud shroud hovers in down swirling air,
Red swarm hissing and kissing the sun,
River flood innocent choking despair,
Some crying justice, three being one;
Black tree drip darkens blood turning pale,
Dancing spirit and …