Have a think how lucky we are. 31st October 2006.


Fourth world.

Ripples a time of endless needs,

Buried beneath the watchful eye,

Hurt a burn of hateful deeds,

Sink to see your female fly.

 

Grading those who have no choice,
Tied for a seed now dispersed,

Listen to hear that lonely voice,

A pain that you and I rehearsed.

 

A drop of oil that rainbow shed,

Turned a sense of current use,

Think lucky to those who are not fed,
And to those taught of child abuse.

 

How graceful we’re to be alive,

Numbered and marked and told to pray,

Huddle to see your female strive,

Thank whom for all these coloured days.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-10-31 at 14:03

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Amanda K
well am lucky for i found your nice poem and eventually reading it.well-done.
2006-11-27


Emelén The PoetBay support member heart!
Listen to hear that lonely voice,

A pain that you and I rehearsed.


You are fantastic here . The light in many of your writes , like the light here , is dimmed into the grayish sci-fi tone and yet _ I find todays flesh there, in living colour. You are the only one Ive ever seen doing this ! I am a fan .
2006-10-31



that we are indeed John,
thanks for reminding us...
all that in spite of adversity
2006-10-31


Kathy Lockhart
beautifully written poetry that leaves me saddened and in wonder. I am so glad to read you again John.
2006-10-31