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Meghan Bright


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Silence of Tears

Mother, may I say a word?
My voice is small, I am unheard.
I see the people in the street
Their fists held high, the square they meet?
Some hold a shoe and walk on by,
This makes no sense, please tell me why?
My child, you must say no more
Such men just make our work the more.
I see the ones who fight for might
Some will not come to home this night
They ask for food and walk on by,

This makes no sense, but do not cry.

Unmindful

Boredom will fulfill not one mind.
It's an empty hand, none-of-a-kind.
Where the body somehow purposely loses
The game of what one enjoyably chooses.
Such punishment for the lack of creation
Is awareness of a mindless preoccupation.  

Picture

A Libyan War Song

I opened a window
Some said it was wrong.
The image reflected
A sad unsung song.

I called out for justice,
A crime you took back.
You silenced my query
And painted me black.

The time has now come
For truth has been sought
All reason for treason
Dishonor has brought.

My voice is now heard
Though none can undo
What tragic life trauma
Such evil can do.

In the Name of Love

Along the merry road we talked
from Galway to Derry conversations sparked.
Religion, politics and astrology too,
our minds & hearts shared just one view.

"My Anam Cara," you said to me,
"Come home and meet my family!"
But once my surname was asked and spoken;
All deals were off and my heart left broken.

Grains of Sand

So unwittingly do they play
Together beyond a willful stay
Occupying a small place in time
All whilst under careful control
By the forces of mother nature
Careful attention to the dearest
No concern but for the moment  
Two small children in a sandbox.

21 December 2012

Calendars have long since changed
From Julian to Gregorian,
Dating back now rearranged
Reforming time 11 days latter!

Prophetic threads as yet unsewn
A world now rests its 21st chatter
And end of time remains unknown
But future woven is another matter.

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