willow moon pearce
Biography of willow moon pearce
I worry about this world we are supposed to be looking after and mans inhumanity to each other - it gets worse with absence of tolerance with the ' dove and the hawk 'The space between the rich and the poor is getting wider and causing friction.Racism remains the same. We need to change. My poetry is I hope close to the point and makes a person think of his current situation. I want and need peace and have seen this world as it is now with sorrow - I do not like what I see.
willow moon pearce Poems
Children are born blind to hate and bigotry With their big smiles and loving ways They are taught ugliness By unthinking adults and overheard conversation
Join The Army
Choking smoke Rolling thunder The forgotten soldier Still cries for his mother
According To The News.
My phone is tapped My mail examined. My mere appearance Can cause anger.
Banned Book Day
The roar of flames And crackle of wood Together with the thud Of books guaranteed
Its 5am, its cold and muddy I have not had dry feet in two weeks Dreams of feather comfortors And endless sleep
At first I saw A mass of crosses and lichen stained Angels Lambs and tombstones
A Year In Sussex.
It was a special time It was a special place Where we lived, loved and made bread.
The media have told me I will die in the next six or seven years I listen intently As I will be taken by a tsunami or earthquake.
No food, No hope The old man Is past caring.
Wine As A Woman.
Not to be gulped But sipped as a fine wine I find your complexity Overwhelming, a wine to be savoured
Lost In Flanders (In Memory Of My Gr...
I remember well, the curse of Sarajevo My friends cheering, the black line 'We will be home before Christmas'. I joined because friends had joined.
Are different thoughts really different? In ways of dress Black eyeliner Long and black beribboned hair?
As We Sit Back.
Conflicts continue to rock our world Which I naively hoped would resolve themselves Countries supplied by weapon salesmen Which continue to bring starvation, disease
I'M Not Invisible.
I'm trying to work out in my mind Why the night shelter demands 10 Dollars a night to rest out of the cold And danger, when to beg for it is unlawful
The old man
Is past caring.
But the boy laughs
At his peeling skin.
He has no hope either
But being young
He thinks nothing is hopeless
When you are alive,
Even a swollen belly.