Mary Champion

Our Mothers weren't the reason it began,
essential and beloved, though they are,
but law laid down by Mother Church who ran
the world in those dark days- despotic czar.
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From the Goddess

My Children,
my precious sons of Man!
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From the Goddess

Forgive me my Son!
I can't say, ‘If I only had known! '
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The Incredible Hulk,
he's the man with the bulk
and as green as a fresh frozen pea.
His eyes glow like coals
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I was seventeen when the band came into town
and I went to the show with Sarah Lucy Brown.
She said she didn't care too much for them,
but she came along because she was my friend.
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1986

[A tribute to Ronald Reagan - although the Stetson fits George W even better]
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1996
Randy Andy found his Koo-ka-choo,
but she'd appeared starkers, so she wouldn't do.
Blue blood is an asset for one.
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I need you; you're part of my wholeness,
although I cannot specify
the reason I feel lost without you;
I just know that without you I'll die.
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She had sold her soul to that damned company
then, without warning,
they had dispensed with her services.
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That night,
as the music played
and our eyes met,
everything else vanished
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It hardly seemed possible
that I could ever surmount them-
the myriad obstacles that hindered my way.
How could I break through the negative cloud -
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Oh, hurried, harried Man, rest here a while,
set foot upon these silver-sanded shores
whose air so pure and fresh, it will beguile
to fill a man with bliss while it restores
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Our planet - this Earth

Is, in Truth, the broken hEart
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Thousands of starlings

form whirling sculptures at dusk -
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Rock God, centre stage

electric phallus in hand -
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Soft wind lifts the dust
from the nuclear fallout,
poisoning the air.
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Borne on the cool evening air
I seem to hear your sweet soft voice,
it speaks to me of dark despair.
How I regret the foolish choice
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Hope hovered in the air that night,
we'd lost the icon of the right.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
but iron ladies only rust
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Vivid memories -
like photographs collected in the album of my mind.
I flick through them as I toss and turn,
restlessly trying to sleep.
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SPRING
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