Mary Champion

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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8/12/2019

Trust me!
Trust me!
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The planet's flag is lush and green
in memory of the way it's been.
But now the threat of flood and fire
suggests the future will be dire.
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(one who smashed the Red Wall - 13/12/2019)

Beware of voters bearing gifts
they might not let you keep -
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The self-confidence

of the truly unthinking
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18/2/2020
Playing with the idea of reincarnation:

Last time when I was walking on this Earth
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18/3/2020

The tousled clown lied his way to power,
slagging off the doomsters and the gloomsters,
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With no ill intent,

having no intent at all,
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With apologies to C. P. Cavafy
28/3/2020

What are we waiting for, assembled in our front rooms?
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Should I be granted perfect freedom,
no boundary be placed upon my choice,
would I see that as my Utopia -
a reason why I should rejoice?
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Assume, for the purposes of this poem, that God is a work in progress and his components are men (male and female)
3/5/2020

And where is God in all this?
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