so glad my world is crumbling
‘cos i really want to start again
i won’t try to hold the pieces
and rebuild the walls in vain
things can never be right again
but i can weave a flaxen path
i won’t pack my travelling bag
with either despair or wrath
i’ll thaw my hands o’er new hearth
’til i emanate a renewed hope
i won’t let them claw me into
their inhuman brutal death lope
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice.
My life’s unkind, but I can vote for kindness.
I, the unloving, say life should be lovely.
I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.
Man is a curious brute – he pets his fancies –
Fighting mankind, to win sweet luxury.
So he will be, tho’ law be clear as crystal,
Tho’ all men plan to live in harmony.
Come, let us vote against our human nature,
Crying to God in all the polling places
To heal our everlasting sinfulness
And make us sages with transfigured faces.
by VACHEL LINDSAY (1879-1931)
Public Domain Poetry
The first syllable rises from my tongue
As I twist it in a knot
Evoke
There are frogs singing in the darkness behind my house and
Today of all days, the day of my unmaking
You came in to my castle, broke the walls down and
Sent me spiraling into my own vortex
You can fall into yourself just like
A corpse can tumble headlong into the trenches under heavy gunfire
War and relationship
And endless false prayers for peace
We twist about interminably
But in the end, we always soldier on
by PAUL! LANG
© All rights reserved 2023
Someone sees the war on a screen. Someone else sees the war from their very own window. This morning in Ukraine began with another massive Russian missile barrage. Let there be peace in 2023 for everyone.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
