Poem

Forever In Our Hearts

It is said that from the roof
You could see to Windsor.
It is further said that eighteen 
Of the victims were children -
Killed by incompetence
And greed and passing the buck
Just to improve the structure's look.
Oh sing me a song of Grenfell Tower
And  flames that roared in that witching hour
A song of seventy two goodbyes,
Tears, excuses and heinous lies.

We hear the anguish of their cries
Forever in our hearts.
⦿

In memory of the seventy two residents of Grenfell Tower, West London 
who lost their lives in the early hours of June 14th, 2017. Seven years after
the terrible event, the official inquiry report has just come out. Of course you 
can never get the deceased back but you can give them the posthumous
justice they deserve. Now the families must wait yet more years for
that to happen. The story is not yet over. Not by a long way.


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Exhalation

 Shoes on the rock

Towel too

Jumping off

Diving in

To the 

Cold waters

Plunging

Into natural bliss

As surfacing

Is second nature

Doggie paddling

As breath is caught

And a deep exhalation

Is taken in gratitude

Life and joy

Mix in

The depths

Of creation’s majesty

Picturing the scene

This morning

As rest

Is on the docket

This beautiful

Thursday



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Love

 Walking along

In a clarity

Only found

When my

Surroundings

Became the

Focal point

The pink flowers

To marvel

The greenery

To admire

The temps

Mine to satisfy

The longing

For the new

As I look

Back only

So that

The present 

Can be relished

Sometimes

Being surprised

Is the gift

Whose return

Is everlasting 

In its attempt

To be

The lesson

We remember

When days

Seem to ask

More questions

Than necessary

A sweet lady’s

Colorful dress

Prompted an

Encounter

That has

His fingerprints

Everywhere

Maybe the answer

Isn’t meant

To be known

As I saw 

Somewhere

And my mind

Went spinning

Faster than

Legs

On a peloton

He uses 

What I may

Not like

To help 

Me see

The mission

The mission

Lovelies

To love

Love well

No proselytizing 

The Savior

Is alive 

And kicking

In the being

Of one

Regine

Talia

Karpel

That

Is the

Meaning of life




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