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Poem: Earthenware

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Words hit the wheel

Slapped down soil

Grounded centre

Quality tested

Strained as

Spinning out

To impress

But will these mud walls

Hold all

I want to say

 

Kiln dried and glazed

Hues to please

Consenting eye

But all too brittle

Too small

To contain

Truth’s edge

Baked out earth losing

The voice

Entrusted me

 

Yet arching forms

Draw me in

To living clay

Beyond the vessel

For love

For freedom

Brokenness

Binds shards in gold

Our tears

Will mould

 

Our story

 

 

 

 

 

 

First published in The Voices Project: http://www.thevoicesproject.org/poetry-library/earthenware-by-ann-van-wijgerden

poem: Re-entry Commute

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circle of friends shrunk to a

cavernous zero

digital chatter

silenced

washed up on the shore

of independence

ejected from the sea

of circumstance

 

ripple of dark over green

velvet shimmering

ruffle of time caught

in a vision of fields

skimming the tracks between cities

of purpose

glorified limbo

 

melts

 

sweeping down stairways

surfing through tunnels

the magnificence

of this animal

humanity

 

 

First published in ‘Voice of Eve’:

https://issuu.com/richardholleman/docs/voiceofeve_issue16

 

 

 

 

Poem: Fatherless

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In memory of all those being killed in the Philippines’ ongoing ‘War on Drugs’

 

I died last night

though death and sickness

were connected

(those all too familiar signs)

it was not my sickness

killing me

not my madness

sending five

masked men

 

Audience

cruelest of masters

you find entertainment

elsewhere

your backs the accuser:

I am

to blame

 

Eyes on my body

no politicking here

kumpadre

dampening hope’s dreams

with tears

unfulfillment laced

with life

not

for you

 

perhaps my children’s children

 

Remember my new friend

earthbound judge

her name

is

History

 

 

 

First published in ‘Voice of Eve’:

https://issuu.com/richardholleman/docs/voiceofeve_issue16

 

I WAS – AND YOU

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Jesus so identifies Himself with

the poor

the hungry

the sick

the prisoner

 

(the poor hungry sick imprisoned child)

 

the degree to which we love

or

abandon

them

 

we love

or

abandon

Him

 

 

Matthew 25:35,36:

I was hungry and you fed me,

I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,

I was homeless and you gave me a room,

I was shivering and you gave me clothes,

I was sick and you stopped to visit,

I was in prison and you came to me.

 

 

 

 

From a sermon given at Church Simplified, Manila on June 30, 2019:https://www.facebook.com/churchsimplified/videos/463688831098896/(starts around 39 min mark)