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I'm gonna write a song to save the world

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  My friends and I sang hymns the other night, our voices trembled and my heart sighed - not one song mentioned the miracle that we need but they all mentioned love, love, love. I'm not sure Love will save us at this point, I hope I'm wrong. The budget is dropping on our country soon,  sprinkling carrot dust everywhere, pausing dreams and driving hope over a crumbling cliff, like the Pohutukawa trees down at my beach. People and trees, sliding into the foam of dirty waves on the shore, where seagulls cry with the nation. The water never used to be so dirty. I'm sure those pollytishons just throw ideas into GPchat and call them pollycees,  firing them out into the world, bullets of doom, while grasping a fresh payslip, increased by the country's worries. Greedy bastards, asbestos hearts, can Grace save such wretches as these. I might write my own hymns, add more miracles, take out the love, and call down fire. Where to strike first? I'll leave that up to God, I'm...
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The Notebooks

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 I've kept the notebook that you gave me (the one with the lavender, blue & green cover) on my bedside table positioned perfectly, with pen, for to-do lists, notes and poems, like this one. But like all the other notebooks, planners, diaries and lined pads I've owned, one day it just wandered off, to who knows where, a picnic? To do some shopping, a dance rave or just a kip under the hedge. I was bereft and confused, I thought that little book was safe. I'd only turned my back for a second,  and...it...was....  Gone. Then after many months,  last night I found it, tucked beneath some vitamin bottles  in my top drawer, hiding guilty and looking just a little dusty. From now on,  I'm going to tear pages from those squirrely books, keepsakes of  my words, to-do lists, memories and more Just in case, one day you, my one and only notebook, go running off and just like all the others, you never come back.
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The razor's edge of two sides

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 Currently the world is divided in many ways. We have the two sides of politics raging in every country around the world, with racism or cultural differences being big voting cards. Religion is a big deal, especially with the war in Gaza/Israel, with the "right wing radicals" and "liberal lefties".  The radicalness of either side or party, differs from country to country though they both sharing an ever increasing violence and hatred towards each other. The personal opinions and preferences held by people are causing huge strains, making it harder to "love thy neighbour as thyself", when our neighbour is so different from us. The mainstream media, i.e. TV, newspapers, etc. send mixed messages like never before, depending which paper your read or channel you watch. But now we have social media with it's hinky algorithms that constantly bombard and dictate our "feeds" with updates, news and articles, a lot of it fake news and misleading titles ...
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Sinead

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                                                        Photo: Hugh O'Connor - "8 good reasons"  I will go down to the beach today, down to the sea on those craggy rocks to stare the waves down, dip my toes in ice cold pacific blue water, to dream for a while and remember you. I will walk alone across the chilly rocks, and stare at a silent ocean that shivers and roils, at the time and tide that is waiting for me. I will find the darkest rock to perch on and hold your life in my arms, as memories of you gather around me,  singing to me in time with the gentle waves lapping at my feet, while the pining seagulls drift on the arctic winds of winter overhead, I imagine the winds blowing down from Ireland today,  I don't know if that's even true. But this is an ode, and we're Irish, so we can say whatever we want to. 🍀 💛💚💘🍀 I will sta...
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the words of winter

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 the words of winter, hang, stay, freeze, warm stay again. my friend wrote about seasons, winter was long, and frost creeps into my brain, cartoon icy fingers, long and grey-blue, like icicles in the morning. Brittle, cold to touch, avoid if you can. 💘💙💥💦💟🐞🍀 I spent winters away from home, water pipes froze, fires stuttered and I did not have enough socks to cover my toes. I never imagined chills like this inside my bones startling my brain. Winter wass human fog stealthily invading your home at night. 💦💟🐞🍀💘💙💥 Alas, it ends. The friend who lives with us, first uninvited, then welcomed in all it's magnaminous glory, white-cold dawns, with clear blue days, that gently follows us about ... the silent companion, whispering promises of Spring, bring bright flowers and heady fragrances... until finally we cheerily wave, "Good-bye Winter," and secretly wish it doesn't come back too soon.
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getting the danger shot

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                                                 Image by  Giani Gheorghe  from  Pixabay  I have a friend, she's a Collapsologist, and before you laugh... there's such a thing they are for real, and here's what they do- measure the state of the Earth's collapse. I have a compassion certificate, it's real too. It says something like, I'm nice to everyone, all the time, day or night, it makes no difference. Collapse and compassion, they both get close to danger, they both get shot at, and the world still crumbles at their feet. "We have to take that danger shot," I tell my friend, as she crouches on the beach, measuring the rate of seaweed death. She picks up plastic rubbish when I go to feed the homeless, I pick up lives. Collapsologists help the planet to breathe, I help humanity eat. "The world is crying out for rescue," says my friend, the Co...
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the tangi rain is over

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  the tangi rain has stopped finally the earth is sodden and heavy the pain in our hearts too. while our minds swell with memory our spirits limp through the days as our rangitahi now rest in the arms of our tupuna.   the tangi rain is over.   the absent face of the sun  breaks apart dark clouds of grief that have hung for three days over our whenua.   shade we never asked for  unbidden… strangling pain wailing good byes to our dearly departed lifted away into the skies   if feels like the tangi rain goes on forever.   the sun shines drying the last drops from a silent cross that's keeping watch… while guiding   a young soul on the path to eternity. Te Rerenga Wairua sends thunder waves beat the rocks with farewells.   standing on the headland tossing  goodbyes with roses arohanui mai we love you... (come back)   the tangi the rain it is now over.
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