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Sides, The Earth Is Ours (2 poems)

(x = space)

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Sides

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If God is for us

Whom shall stand against us

Well, they will

They are they

They will

These are not shadows

Except in meaning,

Haunting for a while

Our better selves and motives

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They are there

They are ghosts

(with apologies to ghosts)

Who look as if

They are substantial

And their weapons

Somehow

Wound and even kill

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They (with those)

Tempt us from our fate

One by one

And altogether as

People loved by God

Who have a purpose covered

For the moment

Until the glass

Is clear

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The battle won

Life prefigures death,

Better shows the shape

Of life again

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C L Couch

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If God is for us, who can be against us?

Romans 8:31

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Earth Is Ours

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Do you hate the sides?

I often do

Jerusalem and Antioch

East and west

(Istanbul and Rome

as part of that)

China and Taiwan

Town and gown

City and countryside

North and south

And much, much worse

Cain and Abel

So that only Seth remains

For legacy

One without three

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We need our groups

We don’t need the borders

In between

We should have the joy

To have our own

The strength in defending

Everyone

The Earth

Our own

Everyone’s Earth

To own

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What does this mean?

It’s right to ask

Since we ask

And everything is lent

And legacy is life that

We cannot gift ourselves

But there’s a promise

Prophecy

Assurance in or as

What we believe

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What we shall own

Though frankly we must share

The bigger parts

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C L Couch

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Vivre (a few poems)

Vivre (a few poems)

 

Law Enforcement

(shootings on all sides)

 

Shootings on all

Sides

 

Why must there

Be sides?—too

Easily, one side

Becomes a bullseye

To the other

 

Many more

Become shooting

Angles in small

Wars that grow

 

Finally consuming

Everyone the way

Wanton wildfire

Ravages Earth

 

Must we choose

One group of

Combatants

 

Better to choose

No side at all

 

So that all

Sides might be

Accessible

 

The law of liberty

Applies here

Deciding, like

Asking, aright

 

Ordained and

Established if

Anew

 

For those who

Mourn today and

Yet live

Tomorrow

 

 

Children’s Hour

 

We poison them in Flint

Kill them in Paris

Sell them in Africa

 

And everywhere

 

We destroy the planet

Of their legacy

And treat them as if

They are

 

Of no matter now

 

The value of children

Traded like commodities

On the moving digital

Board

 

Without them we

Have no worth

 

A couple of minutes

On the doomsday

Clock

 

We’ve given them

We’ve given you

Only seconds

 

 

Mĕn-tzó

 

A Buddhist salutation

To a heart-troubled

People of the

Nanosecond in the

World

 

Transliterated, the

Better message is

 

Go slowly

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