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Cups of Gandhi Tea

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Sorrow catches
yanks
unravels

Pre-meditated murders
enrage and
constrict.
No more us and them.
It's us not them now.

fear scurries,
pulls hair roots.
panic scratches, lurks.

a spotlight shines:
Danger
visible, 
as palpable
as blaring sirens.

Some shout: 'Attack!'
Gandhi whispers:
'Let's ponder over tea 
harvested and dried with love,
steeped in wisdom
and keen observations.'

Let's warm
and uplift our spirits,
examine this dilemma
of crimes
on a massive scale.
Let's weigh our options
and bask in tea's healing balm.

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I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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  2. People cynically laughed when Rodney King at the height of the LA riots in ’91 after the acquittal verdict given those police officers who brutally savaged him and were caught on videotape, asked folks in a halting, haunting plea full of tears, “Can’t we all get along?” We can. We have to learn to put down the guns and to learn to talk civily again with one another. Tea, please?

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