Peel away the outer skin
Open the atlas, drop a pin.
People stare as they pass by
Hijab covered downward shy.
Children on their way to school
A tirade of vitriol oh so cruel.
Trembling torment in their mind
Rejected maligned by all mankind.
Dare not speak in self defence
Years corralled, barbed wire fence.
Tearful tired of this tirade
Turn the corner so afraid.
Teach you now the Christian faith
Free you from your handcuffed state.
Respect the European way
Rethink Reform and you may stay.
Let the flag of peace unfurl
Today let’s help our fellow “man”
Be kind and gentle where we can
When we see someone in need
Take the time, do the good deed.
Stop, speak, Don’t turn the cheek
Aid the needy and the meek
Be not afraid what people think
Unto their level please do not sink.
Life’s too short for us to waste
On skin or colour, creed or race
Peace and comfort you will find
If love’s the first thing on your mind.
©j.black ( wordverse.me)
As I walked out by Arbour hill
As I walked out by Arbour hill
Sparkling sunshine, morning chill
Autumn leaves in gullies clutter
From cobblestones pigeons scatter.
Silence in the barracks square
No longer soldiers marching there
A grand museum of artefacts
Memories come flooding back.
Old graveyard behind prison walls
Tricolour proudly standing tall
In quick lime patriots buried all
A garden now set to recall.
UN also remembered there
Stop awhile in silent prayer
For the Congo and the Lebanon
Our Gardai, Soldiers fighting on.
History scattered all around
Easter rising, armies sound
A place to stop and to reflect
On those who merit our respect.
Allay the fear
Adulation joy and many cheers
Not like in those adolescent years
Standing in the shadows full of fear
Listen to the children shout and jeer.
Little did I know the reason why
Hidden there all silently and shy
Words were never there for me to say
How I wished to mingle and to play.
Isolated in among the crowd
Crying tears inwardly I bowed
In the photograph I did not seem
Apart from any other human being.
In music I found I could compete
In my head I found the perfect beat
A teacher who sat and took the time
Said that being different is not a crime.
Remember you are special in many ways
Even in a world that’s cold and grey
Stick around. I’m sure that you will find
People are not intentionally unkind.
Ignore the screams
Lifeboats bobbing on crashing waves
Saving souls from watery graves
Snuggled in our cozy beds
Ignoring truths, covered heads.
Women children screaming loud
Anonymous, buried in a shroud
Freedom was all they craved
Escape the torture, village razed.
Can we in all conscience sit
In our warm and cosy pit
Or rid us of this depravity
And act with some morality.
Natures turned the season’s keys
Autumn sheds its golden leaves
Verdant trees of summer, bare
Branches shivering naked there.
Woodlands hedgerow’s amber glow
Home to holly, robin, sloe.
Squirrels, nuts do harbour, store
In their winter dens to share.
Morning breezes chill the air
As through mist and fog I stare
Spiders web in dew you’ll find
Tribute to nature’s mastermind.
The special one
Walking under grey clad skies
Secret teardrops in his eyes
Bullies they for years did vent
Poisonous vicious virulence.
Screaming torment in his mind
Cries for help, he could not find
Hurtful comments, damage done
To that lonely, special one.
Should they open up their eyes
Inner beauty would surprise
Racial Prejudice not innate.
Step back, rethink, re-educate.
“Sligo libraries face closure due to council staff cuts”
A recent headline sparked the following short poem
The day they closed the library in
They’re going to close the library in our town
Replace it with a burger joint, I frown
No money to pay the librarian they say.
Why not use your pension in a better way.
The children will have less to educate
But you have struck yourself a better rate
Be careful how you you hike the income tax
Your glass ceiling may end up with many cracks.
A country meadow
White clouds rolling o’er the countryside
In the hedgerows songbirds do abide
Grassy meadows bound by evergreen
Painted beauty of a rural scene.
Wildflowers amid lush grasses grow
In gentle breezes flutter to and fro
A home for insects, bees and butterflies
Uncut haven where nature can survive.
On the headland chestnut trees stand tall
Shelter for the livestock lest rainfall
Time will soon be here to mow and reap
Hay and fodder for the winter keep.
Now alas such sights are seldom seen
Concrete walls replace the verdant green
Farming in the past was countrywide
For natures sake let not tradition slide.