Mary Champion Poems

I can hardly wait until I'm weightless.
When I'm weightless things won't seem so grave.
Freed from massive worries I'll be flying,
riding on the crest of white light's wave.
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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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Excalibur, a mighty sword,
proved Arthur was our sov'reign Lord,
and when he drew it from the stone,
the crown belonged to him alone.
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The horn of overflowing abundance -
fruits of earth and sea, of forest and plains -
all vitality this vessel contains.
When the infant Zeus sought deliverance
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SPACE
Curving and endless
the Siamese twin of time
tantalising space.
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There's a time in my youth, I remember,
when fashion was on the agenda,
that hippies would meet
on Carnaby Street
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BUT NOT IN THAT ORDER
Red hot danger,
red for anger.
Red for passion
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Something re-opened the wound,
exposing the need
that I wouldn't heed.
A chance encounter was all
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Humanity is
a small island of reason
in an aimless sea.
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I'm longing for the day
when you go far away,
leaving only relief behind.
I'm praying for the hour
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