Prose Poem:True Self

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Photo by Laurentiu Robu on

Are you confident in who you are
Do you show your true face
Or do you have to hide your feelings
Cover up your true self?
Are you able to stand up for your beliefs
Do you risk derision
Or do you follow the herd
Can you rock the boat?
Are you able to show your feelings
Do you act with sincerity
Or are you always performing
Hiding behind a mask?

Prose Poem: Those Who Are Complicit

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Photo by Travis Saylor on

You cannot care for people and embrace tyranny
You cannot care for mental health yet impose isolation on the suffering
You cannot care for knowledge and deny education
You cannot care for physical health yet close gyms, playgrounds, and cancel tests and treatments

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Poem: Politics of Fear

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Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on

Politics of Fear

The easiest way to control people
Is to have them do it themselves
Conjure up a boogeyman
A certain race or sexual orientation
Or an impending disaster or disease
Play on their fears
Whip up hysteria
And tell them that their safety depends
On doing exactly what they are told
To burn witches and inform on Jews
To ostracise gay men and fear the weather
To keep inside or they’ll die – or kill someone
A terrified populace won’t just let you take their freedom
Their civic rights and their humanity
If they are terrified enough they will demand it

If we are petrified enough we police each other
If you give people a figurehead or a cause or a religion
We are capable of inhumanity in its name
We don’t burn witches now
But we still inform on our neighbours
And treat them with suspicion
Will history judge us
(For screaming abuse at someone
Who gets within six feet of us
For reporting our friends for visiting loved ones
In defiance of government edicts)
As we judge those who did what was then
“For the public good”
Who were “just following orders”
Who let fear take their humanity?

Poem: Quality

cheerful ethnic man in earphones with bag on shoulder in city in hot summer day
Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on

There is a difference between existing
and living
Just as there is a difference between summer
and sunshine
between loneliness
and chosen solitude
between unwanted unemployment
and a longed-for holiday
or a job compared to a vocation
There is a difference between going through the motions
compared to living with joy and hope
between quantity
and quality

Flashback December: Yule

For this month I’m featuring some older works newcomers haven’t seen and others might not remember. I’d love to see others share their past work; there’s nothing wrong with celebrating earlier creations any more than there is re-reading a favourite book or re-watching a film!

This week’s poems feature Yule/Winter Solstice, which this year occurs on 22 December.


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