A collection of recent poems of a pondering universal kind of nature; a little free-form they are driven by the thought along a path of easy rhythm towards a conclusion you form for yourself later.
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Kill Rights Rescinded
I don’t often make global rulings
Never have before in fact
And this one is none-enforceable
Many of us will break this law
It is in place nonetheless
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This which I say now
To all humans on this planet
Refers to humanities treatment
Of humanity
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With regard to fellow residents
Of this planet
From this day onwards
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You have no right to kill
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… Adrian Spendlow
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Hope-craft
There is one thing
I have learnt from
My life experience
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It may not be much
Of a transferable model;
A benchmark,
A rule of thumb.
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It may not be a masterpiece
As a perfect example
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But this apprentice
Passes it on
In the hope it may have
A use at a universal level:
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There is no need to make life difficult for others.
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… Adrian Spendlow
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Soul Property
These little subtle things of hate
Somewhat less often of late
The trick is in anticipation
Playing upon preoccupation
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Returning to times in memory
(Unaware of victor’s glory)
Which hurt beneath the levels of aware
To always inside still be there
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Recollection ever present
Something of self is rent
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Quietly said, privately spoken
Hit and hit again upon the broken
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Words quietly said, privately spoken
Hit and hit again upon the broken
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All time lost to anticipation
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… Adrian Spendlow
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Be Vital
Wishing peace in the calm of yourself
May the eye of the storm
Be yours when you need it
Your energy is yours
Freely keep it
Let interactions foster
Mutually nurture
For you are yours alone
Even though you are loved
Let these words be an embrace
To encapsulate you
We wish you whole
(Or what is there left to love?)
You as you are
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… Adrian Spendlow
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Top of the World
We occasionally feel
On top of the world
But this earth revolves fast
You have to set quite pace
Just to keep still
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… Adrian Spendlow
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War or Peace – Kill or Cooperate
So what shall it be mate?
For everywhere we go
……..hear words of hate
We shall have to kill billions off
Then repopulate
Take war to the street
Killing from street to street
In every street; death
Stamp out the very last breath
Till there is only one kind left
Then, one birth by one birth
Refill the earth
Or, could we make peace?
All try hard to cooperate
See if you can tolerate
Go from hate to release
Or, is it too late?
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… Adrian Spendlow
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A lovely poignant collection reflective honest and from the heart of someone who cares xx ana
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ah so wonderful to hear. I try to find understanding and then share so it is personal and yet kind of universal too. so so glad you see deep within xx
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