Archive for August 29, 2016


​for men everywhere …


Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Stop!


Stop the abuse!


Of grand-daughters,

colleagues,

daughters,

girlfriends,

partners,

mothers,

sisters,

nieces,

wives,


all women.


Listen!


Listen to the voices!


Of grand-daughters,

colleagues,

daughters,

girlfriends,

partners,

mothers,

sisters,

nieces,

wives,


all women.


Think!


Think of how you treat,


grand-daughters,

colleagues,

daughters,

girlfriends,

partners,

mothers,

sisters,

nieces,

wives,


all women.


Act!


Act now to change yourself!


Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


The violence,

the abuse,

the rape,


stops when you stop,


the violence,

the abuse,

the rape.


Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


The violence,

the abuse,

the rape,


is perpetrated by,


grand-fathers,

colleagues,

boyfriends,

husbands,

nephews,

brothers,

partners,

fathers,

uncles,


men,


all men.


Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


The violence,

the abuse,

the rape,


stops when us men stop,


The violence,

the abuse,

the rape,


today, now.


Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

she came to me one night,

the stars breathing light,
caressing away feeling,

as i lay kneeling,
soothed deep until numb,

speaking words rendered dumb,
her kisses grew,

rampaging through,
tearing at a thudding heart,

sliced agonisingly apart,
eyes dimmed, tears streaming,

clawing at walls, imprisoned by dreaming,
breaking free, shackles broken, bent,

consigned to the now, this ever present,
plastic shell,

this enduring hell?

yet, yet, hope persists,

hope resists,
for as another year flees,
hope blossoms,
in fresh leaves,
defiantly dancing,

on living, breathing trees.

​and when this shroud,

the skin we moult,


traversing eons, sipping kisses, lapping tongues,

mingled meadows of scarlet red,


the standard waves amidst,


the smoke, the swollen pollen, detritus of ills-scarcely-forgotten,


to flutter on the ramparts,

aloft, again,


for the pot simmers,

and the light of hope glimmers.

let us walk,

knowing not the paths ahead,


let us talk,

knowing not each others tongues,


let us breathe,

the simple joys of life,

away from shredding strife,


so, take my hand,

in yours,


and let us walk and talk,


through many tears,

and an occasional smile,


as we walk on,

and on,


past our final mile …

​awakening


the caress of hair

whispered dreamily


swirling symmetry

between hungering mouths


lips tongues

intertwined


basking in this moment

holding onto each kiss


for dreams cease

only to be left


aflutter

in the willowy haze of diluted time


leaving the detritus:

merely wasted time 


behind …

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