“No Refuge!”

The Raven screeches, “No Refuge!”,
and winter blows cold bleakness.

The Hawk dives in for the kill,
as night coats all in dark aloneness.

The Shark shows no mercy to feed himself.
Deep water swirls over, cutting off hope and breath.

The black Snake hisses slander and gossip
to those who feel bloatedly proud to “know”.

The Pharisee executes “judgement!, Shunning!”
Those sticks and stones wound, and kill faith.

The one who causes others to trip and stumble,
t’would be better he have a large millstone around his neck
and be drowned in the depths of the sea.

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About Pam

I love playing with words. That doesn't mean I'm good at it yet, but I hope to improve with time (I've had 53 years so far). Not sure how long it takes. I also love to read poems, but what I can write, and what I like to read doesn't always equate. I love science fiction (the clean stuff), fantasy (see previous parenthetical remark) like Eragon, Lord of The Rings, etc... I also love wonderful stories by George Eliot (which I re-read almost yearly), or even the Gothic novels by Austen and Bronte sisters (which I will probably never re-read). But I could never write that kind of thing. too bad, So here is my tiny contribution to the world of anonymous "literature". Certainly my poems will never come close to Emily Dickinson. But then I leave my house now and then.

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