The writer from everywhere and anywhere is interested in human rights issues. The writer wants to foster the whole world. Some of the writings apppeared in countercurrents.org, conterview.org, counterview.net, velivada.com, dissidentvoice.org, tuckmagazine.com, poemHunter.com , virasam.org, etc. VenomMummy! Don't leave me To the vultures! The monsters! Mummy! Come beside me And comfort me ... Cajole my body Don't let anybody Touch me! Mummy! They really hurt me ... The dressed monsters The nurses...the doctors.... They pierced my thighs Peered into my eyes .... Squeezing my hips Shut my squeaking lips .... Mummy! I shuddered shivered I was totally terrified..! They are worse than snakes , mummy! Spewed venom on my little tummy! You said I am sick and they would cure me ... I am worse here.... See the marks of torture, see! Take me back home mummy .... I' m afraid ...no one looks here chummy! Cure me at home ...this hospital is filthy Medicate me to become healthy! ( Indian police investigate alleged gang rape of girl in hospital....www.news.com.au ) (Girl, 4, ' is gang raped in India by nurse and four others ' as she lay in an intensive care unit being treated for snake bite... Dailymail.com.uk ) Chains of insanityWhere an abode of education Becomes a terror- stricken location, What more can prevail except barbarism And mindless bigotry and fanaticism ...? The cowards have no strength to fight The mighty imperialist State They pounce on women and little children To exhibit their power and domination .... Their hue and cry of patriotism, nationalism And allegiance to islamic fundamentalism Is nothing but spreading sham anarchism Attracting from the world, severe criticism They have lost the tenets of humanity - The basic teachings of any religiosity - They cannot win people' s confidence By perpetrating continuous violence ( More than 80 people, mostly children kidnapped from school in Cameron ... Www.africannews.com , November 5, 2018) BinariesNature is beautiful With various forms of life With myriad scenes colorful And resources rife... But nature is dreadful When tornado or torpedoes strike Or cyclones and storms terrible Devastate land and life alike ... Enjoy it's beauty Acknowledge it's fury Nature can bring Ecstasy And also severe calamity New Resolutions Dates change Weeks, months and years change But struggles continue .... Despite consistent repression Arrests and incarceration Protests and rallies continue ... Amidst floods and droughts Cyclones, storms and quakes Battles for survival continue .... Even if losses are numerous And wins are sparse Hopes for better future continue To propel human beings To march forward With renewed vigor And new resolutions Pause for a momentCelebrations have begun
To usher in another January one ... Expecting something new Abundance of joys and sorrows few The world marches forward Leaving history backward ... But Pause for a moment ... Look at your surroundings with intent ... Not all is well on the planet There's pollution and change in climate Children are dying of disease and hunger Protests are rising with discontent and anger Innocents are languishing in sub - human conditions in jails Activists are being roughed up and denied bails ... Time is not ripe to fully celebrate Still there are many evils present and need to annihilate Let the world become safer to live and tolerate Then festivities could be enjoyed without controversy or debate
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![]() Lorraine Whelan is a Canadian writer and visual artist based in Ireland. Her published writing takes the form of poetry, memoir & fiction (USA, Ireland, Canada & online) and art criticism & commentary (Ireland, Luxembourg & online). Her writing has been published or is forthcoming in New Irish Writing, Canadian Author & Bookman, The Examined Life, Cyphers, The Salmon, Tales from the Forest, CIRCA, Abstract, and others. As a visual artist, Whelan has exhibited internationally and her artwork is included in public, corporate and private collections in Ireland, Canada, USA, UK, Belgium & Australia. Thingvellir at Night I gaze into the dark expanse, the deepness of time. The night is cold, bitter, but I stand solid at the meeting of plates. Tectonic land masses beneath my feet more sturdy than my shifting yet young in comparison to the sharp specks of light above. The Milky Way curves a clear path but there are no Northern Lights tonight. No matter. The silence is palpable. The glittering show beyond expectation. I blink in the frost, my eyes water and the stars rearrange themselves in the sky. Noticing HeavenIn a dream I see the rainbow rings of Saturn burst in a shower of colour as the planet explodes before my eyes and then this evening with a telescope and you from the roof garden I watch four satellites embrace cold Jupiter as the full moon dances over Dublin city sky. near Greystonesyou are beautiful
especially here at night by the sea you stand tall but shiver slightly with the sharp wind of an oncoming storm dark strands of hair surround your face that glows whiter than the full moon eyes like black craters gaze over the waves as they churn and dash among the rocks close to the shore below us I watch in awe you are a dream and I must wake in another land without you ![]() Marcia J. Pradzinski, an award-winning poet, lives in Skokie, Illinois. Her poems have been featured in print journals, anthologies, and online. Recent and forthcoming publications include Redheaded Stepchild, Clementine Unbound, Your Daily Poem, and Ink In Thirds. Finishing Line Press published her chapbook, Left Behind in 2015. She credits Plumb Line Poets, her cadre of fellow poets, for helping her stay productive. When not reading or writing, she enjoys water aerobics, qigong, walking, and going to movies. An Accordion of DaysSunlight creeps in without warning, bleaches my dreams and tosses them skyward where emptiness guards the space I need to move, to think. No shadows follow me there, I fuse with the face and open breath of time. Silence surrounds and consoles until I hear a blue jay shrieking. Life scrapes its way in – an awakening like this won't hold. How Did You Get This Number? |
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