Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring
Hello, oh mum it’s you
Yes I will come down later
Ring Ring
Her Voice
She spoke in calm eloquence
Her voice conveyed her message
Pieced together thoughts
Presented in ease to understand
But they heard nothing but a murmur
As a murmur is easy to ignore
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Ivo Bierands
She faded away as quietly
As a white feather,
Sending me one more kiss
Through a cloudy cafe window,
Ode to Women: Past and Present
Eva Kujawa
Oh, women of fire, of wisdom, of grace,
Builders of nations, time cannot erase.
Mothers, warriors, healers, and guides,
Your strength is the tide, the moon, and the skies.
The Beauty of Her
She moves like poetry, unrhymed yet perfect,
A grace unshaped by rules or time.
Eyes that hold storms and sunshine together,
A quiet strength wrapped in something divine.
I Am Just A Flower
I am just a flower in the Valley
A Wild untamed bloom
A delicate blossom
Fighting to survive
Islamophobia
Have you ever looked to uproot, to plan a backup place to go
Before you’re uprooted and your citizenship is revoked?
Your British values not British enough to stop you being disowned,
To prevent you being spat at and stoned in the road,
Your attackers praised, and cheered…and let go.
Things I Learned From Running
How to run up a hill and love the effort
And when to run as darkness falls.
When to breathe
And banter with a would-be neophyte, dying after twenty yards,
Or laugh when gangs of lads sing insulting songs.
Where to cruise in the green.
Extract from My Art Journal
I observe the change in clouds
The only ones I saw
Never yearning for more
Until I saw
A rainbow
The Price of Gujarat
They said it started with a train,
But yet so much to ascertain.
Tyres burning and the smell of fuel,
What followed was only cruel.