Eyes of Child #photography #poetry #world

 

 

It matters not the place

US, Africa, Crimea, Mexico..

a smile you can always trace

on the winsome and open face

of a child

 

This week’s prompt for the Dp photo challenge is Humanity. Sadly when I travel outside of the country (to work),  I don’t usually take a camera unless its a throw away type.

Sticks and Stones #poetry #photography

stream

if I could give up

one thing you see

it wouldn’t hang

from a big apple tree

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if I had to stand

with a big lettered sign

it would not be written

in cursive or in rhyme

*

if there were a big group

standing in a crowd

people united

some silent others loud

*

i’m not sure if ships

blockading in the sea

or a broad high fence

barring you from feeding me

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is it sticks that you bring

or is it rocks

what point are you making

with your useless sling shot?

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The prompt for Poet’s United Midweek motif is Boycott.

 I am not sure if a boycott of items or a service really does much.

Will a Cold War (a boycott of sorts) with Russia help my friends in the Ukraine???

Are the boys barring the way for practitioners  (with sticks and slingshots)  into their villages preventing the spread of Ebola?

My signs would say:

“Give Crimea Back”

“Stop the Spread of Ebola – NOW!!!”

Believe In Change #poetry #Crimea

SB Pier

Rise up say your piece

unite for a cause

stem unreason’s tide

truth above the laws

hold back foolish notions

punish not our beliefs

this cause may seem deranged

 generations filled with grief

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with unrest we can’t sleep

we are in need of change

no silence we will keep

set things in motion

stop machination’s jaws

people side by side

upend meaningless clause

our world in need of peace

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The ESL work I did in Crimea was over the summer.

I would be preparing now to leave.

Where are those students today?

Who knows?

Who

Cares?

 

The Poet’s United Midweek Motif is prompting poets to write about public protest.

Poets and artists have always had a voice that rings truth.

What do you feel strongly about?

I am saddened by news coming out of Crimea.

 

 

 

 

Under Glass #crimea #Ukraine #photography #poetry

under glass

Like a science project

something to be analyzed

we never touch you

we only observe

write the data

pen the findings

draw a conclusion

You in the world’s fishbowl

swimming against a red tide

only to find

all of your school is missing

though the report

“only a few are dead”

Brilliant you fighting fish

swimming in cadence

parading about in colorful costume

destroying the inhabitants

watery souls

face down in the sea

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I can find nothing about friends who reside in Crimea.

Ukrainians who love their country are threatened with each step .

My friends where have you gone???

 

Retreaded Spoils #children #poetry

shadows

Cheap like retread tires

flying off into the distance

oh, you so soon forgotten

what did you stand for?

you could not have had feelings

for who would tread over humanity?

no one feels anymore

certainly not girls

whose wasted lives

embraced at the slave block

the pivotal point

where statesmen make lofty speeches

in the shadows of no one listening

****

Malala a school girl who understands the issue over the Nigerian school girls urges action.

Just Another Sunday #poetry #Ukraine #crimea #notfiction

hint of spring (2)

Smiling at the signs

spring peaks on the horizon

I join others in song

waving to my friends

I go along my way

happy greetings of the day

I never saw the signs

there are soldiers up ahead

I calmly still my dread

“To visit  family”

I say so cheerfully 

scream at the bullet’s sound

“get on with you” they said

“or surely you’ll be dead”

my car they have destroyed

white bloody rose

*

I have used poetic license but this is what happened several Sundays ago to a woman on her way home from church in Crimea.

For Ineza #crimea #poetry #ukraine

storms end

Ineza you are now 14

somewhere between child and woman

we wished for you better things

brilliant you were so young

so close to being lost in life’s storm

the answers were so hard at six

he in prison

she buried with her Vodka

you grasped at the life-giving prism

so close to being lost in life’s storm

your home some country’s loot

once beautiful green and blue

trampled under boot

did they ever think of you?

so close to being lost in life’s storm

reach out your hand

before it’s too late

pull her toward safety

do not bring disaster as her fate

she is too close to being lost in life’s storm

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is foresight / prescience aka a glimpse into the future. Ineza was a student of mine in Crimea. If I could have brought her to my country, I would have for she had already endured too much. I have no desire to look into her future for it too closely is united to Crimea;s fate.

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Her Name is Crimea #Ukraine #poetry

flag

a yellowed, antique lace veil

shivers in the breeze

once worn by her babushka

she fingers the edges lovingly

grateful her once blue eyes

now opaque having seen too much

*

ancient green fields waved

once welcoming mariners

adventurers from distant lands

now scarred and impotent

 battleships crouch as lions

poised, ready for action

*

limp and lifeless flag

tattered blue and yellow

 an emblem of a scourged, reclaimed land

freed from cold, iron curtains

no breeze left to breathe into life

red machinations alone stir the air

Ukrainian Flag is an image I found on Andrey Bondarchuks’s facebook page. by Kaska Szapska.

Tears for Crimea #ukraine #poetry

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They fall against the pane of my heart

rattling my soul

where are they

those children I taught?

they young women  and men

my adopted grand son

what questions are unanswered

we have little concern for life they spend

each of you beautiful to me

talented, artistic, musical

full of hope

where is the land on the Black Sea?

are your dreams under the treads of a tank?

“God, please be with these people

who  have been dangled

society’s weak thread”

MapCrimeaThere’s so much being said about Crimea and Ukraine. I’ve lived with the people and know  they have suffered much. If Ukraine wanted to be part of Russia it would be. These people are  once again being placed  in a political meat grinder.

The map of Crimea is from the Ukraine Travel Advisor which shows some beautiful travel spots.

Oksana – a story of survival #dailypost #children #world #Atozchallenge

The true story of survival of a young Ukrainian girl

painted rose

Oksana -It seems but days ago that you sat on my lap rattling off words in English proud of your ability to master  languages.

I present you with a new challenge to start at, a skill – teaching. “Oksana, take these pictures of words and hold them as you point to them. First say the word in your language, then say the word slowly in English.  Very slowly form the letters  “R_AB_BIT. ” Atleechna you are a natural.”

My eyes sparkle as I look at the proud face of a woman who never knew she would be a mama and certainly not at 65.  “Nina be happy. Oksana will make you proud. At six she is fluent in Russian and English and is attacking Polish.”

Oksana holds the cards with hands that barely shake. Just tiny reminders of the drug addiction she had as a baby. “Yes, you will grow beautiful like the rose and your knowledge of the world like its thorns will keep you strong.”

I silently remove the picture of a bottle from the stack of cards. It too closely resembles the scores of bottles that Oksana’s mama found herself wrapped around. They found Oksana’s mama at the bottom of her bottle one day; a screaming 5-year-old clutching to her ankles. “What was it you poured for yourself? Sleeping pills and Vodka? The Vodka never hid the scars that you got from your husband’s beatings did it? Oksana’s little body only survived because your body shielded her. Your older son Sasha was not so fortunate. What pile of broken glass does he lie under?  Prison is too good a place for a man who uses broken Vodka bottles to tattoo his son using blood as ink.”

‘”Da,” Oksana very good. You pronounced WA_TER well,  just a tiny hint of a V, but not much. Nina your love has cleansed this girl like water. Yes, she will always be old for her years and bear a certain sorrow, but look at her radiant smile.”

“Dance Oksana dance with the children as they play in the waves of the Azov Sea. Fly high with the gull;  he too has much knowledge of the world he sees below him. Crimea is etched with scars well hidden  in the sunlight, but you understand them.”

“Persevere Nina, this is a job for a young woman. The energy and vitality of this young mind will test you. Be strong for her. For one day Oksana will be a strong woman. She will hold the hands of other young girls who suffer at the point of the needle, are cast offs, or are used by men for momentary pleasure. Shield her from her mother and father’s world. She will always wear the scars like Crimea, but she will hopefully wear bravery like a crown.”

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I have fictionalized the story of a young girl I met while working in the Crimea enough so she can’t be identified. “Oksana’s” story is one of victory because she was rescued by a compassionate woman who lived in the neighborhood. “Oksana” would have otherwise joined her mama soon as most of the discarded children of that country do.

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I’m also using this story for the Daily Post at WordPress. The challenge is to write three paragraphs (Person Place and Thing), though you can choose to write more or less if you wish — the goal is to get you watching closely, observing, and collecting people, places, and things to use in your creative writing projects. It’ s story that I believe is poignant and needs to be told.

 

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