Source: Poems by Chrissie Morris Brady | Quotes
This link is to my poem In Space or Spaced Out? which was Poem of The Day on PoetrySoup.com 19 01 2016
Source: Poems by Chrissie Morris Brady | Quotes
This link is to my poem In Space or Spaced Out? which was Poem of The Day on PoetrySoup.com 19 01 2016
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This is my second quote adaptation from the great Robert F. Kennedy. It’s an extract taken from one of his most important speeches, titled ‘On the mindless menace of violence’, which Kennedy gave o…
We all come across some strange people on the internet. They may be so private that you wonder why they venture into the virtual world. Others have mental health issues, and may be aware of them or may be not.
I encountered a person on twitter. Well my account did. At the time I wasn’t using my twitter account but it seems someone else was. Anyway, the person encountered seems to exhibit narcissism and paranoia. As I cannot remove this from my Google profile I may as well blog it. I have laughed about this. His machinations are rather fantastic. I’m glad his account was eventually suspended. When my laptop crashed, and it had to be replaced, I started to use twitter again. I had notification that something odd was going on and I read my tweet history. Someone had had fun, but my whole life was terrorised as the troll claimed to have phoned my daughter’s school. But enough from me.
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Members of Sonic Youth, Arcade Fire’s Win Butler, Chris Cornell also pen tributes.
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Outside the opportune window one pink
head survives above geranium leaves
blowing in the winter wind, covered with
cold rain dropped from dimmed desire. The basil
released its hope in the face of the war—
forces of December and January—
mere stalks rising above the window box,
darkly silhouetted, backlit against
blind clouds.
— — — ——And drought dropped across the shoulders
of Judea, Samaria’s back—the
Occupied West Bank. It fell off the head
of the Galilee, the Golan Heights’ arms—
all collapsing to dust beneath war’s weight.
The Negev desires its few drops, water,
not blood.
— — — ——This cold rain has its soft purpose,
offers some possibilities—for all
thirst, for all dry mouths—for soothing rain fall
to redeem the seeds that will grow again, in
fresh dreams of seven promising species,
land with milk and honey flowing between
strangers and cousins who light bonfires for
warmth, not war—a light unto all nations.
————Michael Dickel
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Source: University of South Dakota Poem
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