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  • SUZAN MOORE MCKIE

    SongSoptok | 5/15/2015 |




    FIRST POEM

    Whilst Adam slumbered deeply as a brain in his naked lonely sleep
    The God of all of us blessed him still and from his naked side did reap

    From below his beating loyal heart he plundered deep a sacred rib
    God in his wisdom then narrated to Adam and angels rules to keep ad-lib

    From the sacred flesh of Adam wealth, he did harvest bone of his bone
    He in his glory made sure his favourite Adam, would never be alone

    For love of procreation, he crafted Eve to love and laugh at Adams side
    They lived in joy in garden bower, like children with no need to hide

    Adam toiled all days in garden with fatigue and sweat on weary brow
    The laughed and played in the Gardens dreams that are long gone now

    Eve was destined as mate to cook and to suffer childbirth’s acute pain
    But From the knowledge trees delicious fruit they learned evil shame

    And pointing cruel fingers, spilling cruel words of division and blame
    So God the landlord did in his anger banish from Eden fertile crescent

    We still continue to fight and judge the sins of all that God has sent
    Forgetting on this Earth, all we see, all we do, is not ours but God lent


    CREATIONS SONG OF WOE

    Come ! Oh Rainbow Serpent has awakened! and roars and cleanses with love our sleeping toxic land

    She dances beneath our tortured feet sends floods and upheaval to cleanse our poisoned eager hand

    Feel the magic deep within her dusty heart, clean the evil from our air, guide our dancing whirls

    Heed my call oh clouds above fall in torrents, cleanse the path, for her slumber lightens now she stirs

    Devastation oh children of the Rainbow Land, heed the humming song lines song of woe and pain

    The Rainbow Serpent is awake, and the face of this land will change and painfully once again

    The plates will shift and rain will pour and earth will move and man woman will wail

    Too long was the land plundered and mined, deforested poisoned each and every verdant vale




    MORNINGS CREATIONS 

    The bright morning sun warms the Earth anew
    Smell of toasted bread and coffee brewing, just for you
    Bright golden flowers lift their heads and wave to us so gaily
    Earth song of creations colorful melody is always born anew daily

    Birdsongs fill the air with woven notes in sunlight
    Creating a tapestry of cheer with notes colored bright
    Dust motes and beams of golden light sparkle and dance so coy
    Whilst the tiny birds and creatures scuttle and play with unbridled joy!

    [SUZAN MOORE MCKIE]


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