Forza

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I remember the feeling so clearly
Something severe was amiss
Walking through doors they smelled fear
Walking through streets was bliss

The occupation was gradual, silent
It crept in through a crack in the wall
The war was bloody and violent
The defences shattered to fall

The trenches were flooded with spies
Who traded their various wares
And carried off secrets, supplies
No innocent person was spared

Then the cavalry came riding free
Rising up with the glorious sun
Led by heavenly beings in three
They fought for the freedom of one

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Queen of Hearts

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A painted portrait
of tender maid
wrapped in lace
and golden chain

A single rose
in her hand
her wit and eye
the reprimand

The letter B
Emblazoned bare
the second wife
Young and fair

Her mystery
and brave of face
The Queen of Hearts
Relented chaste

Her womb did bare
so many sorrows
Her life discarded
New wife tomorrow

New faith was founded
to cover shame
A line of grace
Flows from her name


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The Perfect Circle

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Staring at the new day sun
veiled fog above the rise
Translucent hiding perfect sphere
Shuffling mist smears the sky

Exotics and their native mates
Sit alongside still and wide
Spreading out their sparse leaves
A kaleidoscope of fire

Wet and deep the colours blush
the damp lit canvas glows
Woollen warm-blooded bodies
Rise and graze their nose

Pure Devotion

Posted on April 22, 2015 by aperture

There are some who hold the notion

that they owe their very lives

to another one’s devotion

their compassion helps them thrive

So an endless lifelong debt

is paid out every day

in prayers and thoughts and dreams

and acts of kindness to repay

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Orleanna

Posted on April 21, 2015 by aperture

Plain and simple

Anyone can see

For women like me

We whistle while Rome burns

a woman who carries on

the backbone of history

People like Mama

to resist occupation

understand the language

of your enemy

– The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver, p.435

‘The Exodus’ by Orleanna Price

Psyched

Posted on April 20, 2015 by aperture

Johari tells me not to worry
Out the bottom window view
Must be Pavlov who knew why
When sad I like my food
Freud agrees he can call
His sister's name instead
Maslow says I'm all sold out
If merely housed and fed
Thorndike's clear your looking good
Is why you're a kind soul
Should have listened to Myers and Briggs
Why you hog the remote control.


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