Monday, May 28, 2012
I AM SICKENED TO THE PIT OF MY STOMACH BY THESE PHOTOGRAPHS!
Just when we thought it couldn't get any worse. Let us roar from the rooftops together that the massacre of innocent children in Syria has to stop. Please click on the link below to make your voice heard.
What in God's name or Allah's could condone the unwarranted abuse or death of ANY CHILD? (And not for one second, am I suggesting that religion has any part to play in this obscenity!) This is 2012; almost three centuries into the so-called period of Enlightenment. Mankind ....We should hang our heads in shame!!!!
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
You have no eyes;
No ears, or mouth.
You move, at least.....a shadow;
Your voice has gone;
No notes, no song.
At least, the words....the poem;
Your smell is quenched;
No bridge, no kiss.
The womb, the grave....at least;
Maureen Walsh - May 2012
The above poem is dedicated to my mother, Daphne, who will be dead 10 years in July. My father, Maurice has been diagnosed recently with lung cancer at the age of 84. I thank them for me, my children and my love of life. Much of my poetry is inspired and about them.
Ciao for now!