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I am the voice of the human heart,
call me Mind-Body-Spirit
Copyright R N Taber 2012. 2019
Among
other things, the Olympic Games bring people together, athletes and spectators alike,
from all walks of life regardless of colour, creed, sex or sexuality...which
has to be a GOOD thing for all of us whether we are sports mad or not.
This poem
is a kenning. I wrote it on my late partner’s birthday; we were only together a
few years, but I cherish the memory of our love and some great times together.
Love is a fine pacemaker; pair it with pain and we are well-equipped to run the gamut of this sorry world’s testing times and places.
May the collective spirit of the Olympic Games endure for London 2012 and across the world long, long afterwards... [Oh, and wouldn't be great if more gay sportsmen and women set a good example and came out for us all?]
We gay people may be a relative minority, but we are a very significant (and growing) minority;we continue to help set the pace for change in societies and communities where, for far too long, socio-cultural-religious conventions have turned blind eyes and deaf ears.
We gay people may be a relative minority, but we are a very significant (and growing) minority;we continue to help set the pace for change in societies and communities where, for far too long, socio-cultural-religious conventions have turned blind eyes and deaf ears.
CHALLENGING THE STATUS QUO
I am a
cry in the night,
world
cocking but half an ear
to heads like waves
on a feisty sea of pillows
on a feisty sea of pillows
in need of laundering
come
morning if only to hide
tell-tale
patches
of grief, guilt, loss of face
of grief, guilt, loss of face
or worse ...
I am
tears in the rain
no one
able to tell I am crying,
no matter a part of me
no matter a part of me
is dying for want of showing
a kinder side than seen
a kinder side than seen
by those
who have no pity
for the
likes of a cry
in the
night or tears in the rain
soon
forgotten
I am
shadows in twilight,
made to witness darker deeds
than any God imagined
than any God imagined
or else
He (or She) would never
have laid
life on me
but left
me to pass like a dream
across
time and space,
no cries
or tears or fretting
about
losing face
I am the voice of the human heart,
call me Mind-Body-Spirit
Copyright R N Taber 2012. 2019
[Note; An earlier version of this poem appears in Tracking the Torchbearer by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2012]
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