POETIC OCEANS 2

He never learnt to drive Nor could ride the bicycle Ice cream is too sweet he said no cup nor cone nor popsicle locks and door knobs  soon are broken, lost are  the keys, shoes and joggers  are tight, wobbly are the knees and so she has to do most jobs technical electrical digital much unwilling to learn,alas simply lazy can't teach now would rather avoid there is a vast difference between an old receiving dialing phone  the floor gear car and a hybrid auto and the latest  android system, touch'

The Earth is alive below shaking disturbed cracking still-yet in revolution,moaning rumbling protesting O pale moon, bear witness O sometimes silent sometimes chirping birds take notes to the skies, fly as nature holds  the wings-from darkness to dawn. Speak not of the blood that flows like rivers from wounds that oozes from cruel cuts by sticks and pellets that drops from splinters showered by blasts  that is visible on clothes tattered and shrouds O moon see the other side and send a sign of peace a bird of song a light of love Find, find a harbinger of truth justice and salvation. The Earth is alive below, yearning to heal - hoping, anticipating,  Words chosen:  darkness, blood, harbinger

new is not so new seems Spring, warm,after colder charms Earth yawns, green buds bloom. virtuous veins flow with life fragrant Zephyrus wakes up all.

At first it was a big house, with many rooms and open space all round it.Spacious lawn on the front side,and an open verandah or shaded space about eight feet wide which had to be crossed to enter. It was an 18th Century British style house with the kitchen built on the side about 10 to 12 feet away from the man building...so it was..a building but as the family members began arriving and settling down, it became a home. By arriving I mean migrating'.Leaving the home in another country, yes that was our real home. The place now occupied by the enemy army, forcing people to flee,escape,save their lives by running as far away as possible, across the barbed wire borders and to reach safer avenues with nothing but the dress on the body and if fortunate, the slippers on the feet. Helped by Refugee camps guided to reach surviving loved ones and hoping to make a new home, in a new land on a new space, in a new place. Home where I was born is no more. The photograph shows a ...

Dear  Friends, evening draws near, birds fly home to  safe nests another sunrise awaits, has humanity passed all trials and tests?   Last sunset or first sunrise, every year ends.This day too shall pass.  Schools will open, traffic will move, children will go to their class. Year's end or a new beginning, wars continue, never ending killing, if  wisdom  prevails, instead of bombing, there will be  friendly singing. year ends , on days of miracles, celebration blessings and forgiving fruit cakes, puddings, gifts, presents,family meetings and bells ringing, each year has time,temperature and turmoil this too had suspense, stormy  surprises ambushes attacks  armed  protests beauty  behind barricades ecosystem changes environmental disasters joyful achievements and losses lockouts lock downs curfews shootings in holy places In all poets and writers , read  recited wrote for peace joy and stood united...