feminist polytheism

bless you, Mother Nature
‘cause you have never let me down
despite the current confusion
your miracles abound

so I thank you, Mother Nature
for the unexpected rain
you healed my sunburned grass
it’s now a green ‘n glorious plain

you’re my hero, Mother Nature
you banish my encroaching gloom
warm smiles you send through sunshine
making all my flowers bloom

I’m so grateful, Mother Nature
for everything that you do
your love made my safe space flourish
without this garden I’d be so blue

how I love you, Mother Nature
your soul is good – it’s pure
you’re one being I can count on
in times dark ‘n unsure

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idle thoughts

frequently she wonders
about other populations
their thoughts on the virus ‘n hate
now pulverizing nations

so many tenement buildings
four or eight flats to a floor
where chats on the stairs have stopped
now people scurry out the door

endless rows of duplexes
front gardens colourful ‘n neat
small faces peer from windows
as Mummy makes something to eat

in the gleaming multis
reaching for a heavenly sky
women water plants on balconies
listening to songs that makes them cry

worldwide there are houses
where unseen people dwell
old folk, single folk, families
making their way through uncertainty’s hell

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a Dundee Sunday storm

it was 16:05
when the sun came out
a huge smile crossed her face
she almost gave a shout

her sweet peas had survived
Mother Nature’s latest storm
‘n it smelled like Sunday dinner
inside where she was safe ‘n warm

another day of Skyping
all the people that she loves
cyber hugs ‘n kisses
cell phone’s electronic shoves

how did mankind end up here?
she struggles to understand
the hatred, the dissension
hallmarks of a once proud land

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depression confession

is that my black dog talking?
or is that the way I truly feel?
with the death of normalcy
sometimes I can’t discern what’s real

recently I had a birthday
which – surprisingly – was swell
thanks to my partner, my friends & neighbours
I dodged a lockdown birthday hell

so it’s hard to understand
why I now feel so bemused
why I’m so desperate for sleep
why my heart feels sorely bruised

it could be that I’m homesick
God knows I miss my family
perhaps I hurt because my homeland
is now a total calamity

I admit I’m worried about money
I imagine others are, too
living off my overdraft
is never a thing I wanted to do

the daily headlines are horrendous
too many innocents are dying
what with folk with fucked-up priorities
‘n racist politicians lying

or maybe I’m just worried
about what is yet to come
for the many marginalized
who’ve yet to hear the freedom drum

I give a shout out to those folks
who tune in here each day
but when I’m sad or fearful
all my words just fade away

so apologies for my silence
I do not mean to be a jerk
writing is usually my solace
but just now, it does not work

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depression confession

chocolate donuts

circlets of chocolate joy
waiting to be eaten
will she defer this delight –
can temptation be beaten?

so pleasing to the palate
while reading a book
she sneaks 3 out the box
feeling like the lowest crook

later she’ll devour the rest
snuggled up in her cozy bed
watching a horror movie
a chain-saw removing a head

such childish jubilation
at chocolate melting on the tongue
gastronomic memories
of simpler days when she was young

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on Sunday it stormed

is that just rain
or are they angels’ tears?
shed by souls who’ve carried burdens
for a number of untold years

always the tears of others
fill her heart with dread
but this wetness feels like blessings
bathing her troubled head

rain or angel tears, they’re cleansing
soapsuds in a washing machine
renewing hope & faith once more
keep that chin up, Nubian queen

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it’s the 19th of June
quietly I’ll celebrate
I’ll do somethin’ that I like
listen to tunes that make me feel great

it’s also the day before
my brother’s birthday
a big beautiful black man
that some people view as prey

on June 19th
in 18 and 65
the last of the slaves were freed
when General Granger arrived

and a people migrated
north, east and west
seeking to live a normal life
to this end they tried their best

fast-forward 400 years
to 19th June 2020
and the virus of racism
still decimates lands of plenty

bullets, dogs, tear gas
death by cop, death by car
it would seem humanity
has not evolved very far

still no justice, still no peace
a people still treated as slaves
while no one gives any thought to
the mothers weeping over graves

once again there’s prayers and protests
officials making speeches trite
no comfort to those who are seeking
to live safe like others: that’s their right

yeah, today’s Juneteenth
we honour the ancestors who have died
as for our futures we’re still pleading
for an end to black genocide

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no answers

what day is it?
what is the time?
the world has shifted on its axis
there’s no more reason, no rhyme

wake up, make the bed
cook a bite to eat
settle in next to the window
observing an empty street

chain smoking’s now the norm
you do it every day
menthol mushroom cloud
that never quite goes away

‘s really scary, too:
how much you’ve begun to drink
lethal but legal cocktails
that don’t help you not to think

each day is the same
telly vomits worldwide unrest
nights spent struggling to sleep
with a constant ache in your chest

13 weeks of lockdown
your bank account says you’re poor
13 weeks of fear
because the future’s so unsure

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no answers


standin’ in my garden
all by myself I stand
tryin’ not to fret
over events in a faraway land

wanderin’ in my garden
just walkin’ to ‘n fro
wonderin’ when mankind
will evolve ‘n grow

strollin’ round my garden
dead rose petals on the path
wonderin’ if current events
are a sign of my Lord’s wrath

just pacin’ in my garden
in a chilly evening sun
musin’ on the return of love
‘n the day racism is over ‘n done

all alone in my garden
on the cement wall I sit
how ‘n why has all this happened –
when did everything turn to shit?

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ways to kill time during lockdown

sort all your books ‘n DVDs
into alphabetical order
freshen up a tired bedroom
with a self-adhesive border

when you’re makin’ dinner
cook for more than just two
that way you’ll be left with
a lotta dishes to do

if you have a garden
your own private green space
you can exercise outdoors
music by Beats while joggin’ in place

go through all your closets
organize your clothes
enjoy your favourite wine
dancin’ to YouTube videos

learn a foreign language
paint a masterpiece
clean the grotty oven
of all that baked-on grease

‘s just a tiny sample
of small things I sometimes do
to help me get through lockdown
tell me: what works for you?

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