by 
“no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark …
Warsan Shire, Home
Lost the family traditions, the familiar grounds, the
Old home place, the neighbors and neighborhoods
Left behind in the great leap to safety, hope dreamed
But not found through forced marches across the
Desert or sailing the brutal sea in boats that shed
Them, so much flotsam, drifting and nameless,
Leaving grieving hearts in their survivor bodies
Stories shared, commiseration with strangers, now
Tents dot hectares of campgrounds, like so many
Emojis of despair and anger, leaving their stain
And soon or late, count on it, the piper will call
© 2019, Jamie Dedes
Jamie Dedes. I’m a freelance writer, poet, content editor, and blogger. I also manage The BeZine and its associated activities and The Poet by Day jamiededes.com, an info hub for writers meant to encourage good but lesser-known poets, women and minority poets, outsider artists, and artists just finding their voices in maturity. The Poet by Day is dedicated to supporting freedom of artistic expression and human rights. Email thepoetbyday@gmail.com for permissions, commissions, or assignments.
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Recent and Upcoming in Digital Publications Poets Advocate for Peace, Justice, and Sustainability, How 100,000 Poets Are Fostering Peace, Justice, and Sustainability, YOPP! * The Damask Garden, In a Woman’s Voice, August 11, 2019 / This short story is dedicated to all refugees. That would be one in every 113 people. * Five poems, Spirit of Nature, Opa Anthology of Poetry, 2019 * From the Small Beginning, Entropy Magazine (Enclave, #Final Poems), July 2019 * Over His Morning Coffee, Front Porch Review, July 2019 * Three poems, Our Poetry Archive, September 2019
“Every pair of eyes facing you has probably experienced something you could not endure.” Lucille Clifton
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in the last line please read ‘us’ in place of ‘you’
thank you
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Respected Jamie Ji
some more lines that the poetic self wishes to express, please accept
white is natural and so is black
but for black white would not be-
in darkness stars are the light
by day it is the sun
variegated colors of the world
in deserts yellow in fields green
in people dark and pale
in animals spots and lines
in wars, red with blood
covered or uncovered
heads are round –
bullets guns missiles
are the same, all kill
in oceans or mountains
on land and sea-
nothing matters when
hate comes in –
‘Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul’ and
sings the tune without words
and never stops-at all-‘
despair reigns in camps
isolated parched famished-
can an emoji reflect captivity
curfew torture rape or death ?
Hark ! I believe I hear the Piper’s Call
May the Good Lord help you all
Amen.
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The Piper has called
Dear Jamie Ji
and I wonder,I wait-
whose turn would it be
which country which people
after the Kashmiri?
and like many other on other
lands, ruled by hate and race
as if each one came first
all is mine no matter what-
what possessiveness strong
resides in man, making him blind
what to say with guns and pellets
no traditions no laws no bonds
distances, absences, missing sons
and husbands, walls and fences
‘grieving hearts in survivor bodies’
how to move on in fear and blood
no more would there be the music
of the pipe- what good to follow hence
we wait for -then The One Man who
will come, help guide comfort and
make all the difference-
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It’s beautifully penned. I loved it😊😊
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Thank you!
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Thank-you for following me. I just started writing poems. Hope you will like them and guide me to improve my skills.😊
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