They sing when all the earth is still,
They sing at break of day,
Although they know only too well —
Song makes them easy prey.
Like birds in song may I be strong,
Brave in the face of hate,
Lest creepy shadows steer me wrong,
Lest I put out the light.
“I am dedicated to spending the rest of my life undoing the law that bears my name. You read about me in history books, but now I am dedicated to spreading the truth about preserving the dignity of all human life from natural conception to natural death.” — Norma McCorvey, the former Jane Roe of the Roe vs. Wade
“Promote the value of all life, regardless of stage of development, race, age, gender, or ability.” — Abby Johnson, Planned Parenthood executive-turned-pro-life advocate
A perfect day trip in July —
the sea was calm, the sky was blue,
the kids were little, you and I
were ten years younger, seagulls flew
and cried above us, hours were few,
but stretched, and stretched…until at last
‘twas time — we rounded up our crew,
and our day trip sailed to the past.
Prompted by WD Poetic Asides Huitain Poetic Form Challenge
so hold them close —
the final hours
still clinging to the calendar, for ours
are those short-lived bright moments
that we touch
without a hope of keeping them.
and yet remain,
and reappear with such
stark clarity —
it sweeps us off our feet,
when in the midst
of winter’s endless plain
we glimpse our summer,
children once again.
© 2013 Sasha A. Palmer
Image: © 2016 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.
Step lively, little donkey
Their strength is wearing off
Tomorrow you’ll be sleeping
Next to your Master’s trough
But now you have to hurry
The day is drawing in
Quick! Bring Them to the stable
There’s no room at the inn
Image credit: Pixabay
walking through the old
orchard, the scent of apples —
i am but a child
Image: © 2019 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.
The leaves are falling off the trees…
Here goes Another one!
Folks bundle up so they won’t freeze…
Oh, No! The summer’s gone.
Where does the summer spend the fall?
Where does it go, you Know?
I miss it So, the heat and all…
But wait! How ‘bout the snow?
I love that stuff! It makes me Grin
when I look up and let
the fluffy flakes fall on my chin
and tongue…no, not just yet —
I’ll Visit, where’s that place you say
where now the summer stays?
But I can’t go till in the snow
I’ve played for days and days…
No, I can’t Go till in the snow
I’ve played for days and days!
© 2018 Sasha A. Palmer
Image: Nancy McRae from Pixabay
Maybe her parents seek her
Maybe they sold her
To the pimp who’s peddling her now —
No questions asked
In the soundproof office
“No judgement, no sharing of information”
“For someone who is a minor
That’s a really good option”
“Minors are always accepted
Without parental consent”
An excerpt from CITIZEN’S GUIDE TO U.S. FEDERAL LAW ON THE PROSTITUTION OF CHILDREN: Section 1591 applies equally to American children (U.S. citizens or residents) who are prostituted within the United States, as well as foreign nationals (persons not a U.S. citizen or resident) who are brought into the United States and are then caused to engage in prostitution. The law also criminalizes any person who conspires or attempts to commit this crime.
If the victim was under the age of 14 or if force, fraud, or coercion were used, the penalty is not less than 15 years in prison up to life. If the victim was aged 14-17, the penalty shall not be less than 10 years in prison up to life. Anyone who obstructs or attempts to obstruct the enforcement of this statute faces as many as 20 years imprisonment. Defendants who are convicted under this statute are also required to pay restitution to their victims for any losses they caused.
Image: Image by Aamir Mohd Khan from Pixabay
JESUS IS KING
It is 2019
Gotta be austere
To be popular
Gotta be a scholar
Not a carpenter
But the branch broke
And it wouldn’t heal
Till he woke up
Until he kneeled
He’s got the armor now
He will make it
When it’s real it shines
You can’t fake it
It’s in your words
In a state of Grace
Image credit: Unidentified artist, Hieronymus Bosch. Christ Mocked. Opaque water-based pigmented and gold paint with black ink on parchment; graphite (estimate) underdrawing. Overall: 6 1/16 x 4 11/16 in. (15.4 x 11.9 cm). Barnes Foundation BF760. No Known Copyright.
All Hallows’ Eve
Dark shadows creep from far away
Beware of the falling night
Put on your armor, child, prepare
To fight, persevere in plight
This short poem is my attempt at seadna. It seemed fitting to try an Irish poetic form on Halloween that has its roots in Celtic culture.
Here are the (somewhat complicated) guidelines for writing a seadna:
- Quatrain (or four-line) stanzas
- Eight syllables in lines one and three; seven syllables in lines two and four
- Lines one and three end with a 2-syllable word; lines two and four end with a one-syllable word
- Lines two and four end rhyme with each other
- The final word of the first line alliterates with the first stressed word of the second line
- The third line rhymes with the stressed word preceding the last word of the stanza…
- …and all three of those words alliterate with each other
Give it a go.
Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay