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A Murder of Crow
Ten in one tree
Plotting with the thunder
They seem to agree

Harbingers of fate perhaps

Ten crows in one tree
Cawing to beat the rain
Calling down above Me
Thunder holds them there

One, two, three- rolling now
Something startles them
Circling to another tree
The strangled warble grows

The thunder fades
Thunder rolls
Five crows one tree

Thunder, off to another tree
The tallest in my sight
The rain seems to say
There'll be no death tonight

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


It is not an easy thing
this atmosphere
of expectation
this arena of belief
coliseum's of suffering
over relief
ghosts of intention
the slow slide
of a mind unfolding
the pathway littered
with soured tests
a glancing penance
of unrest
entering backward
lest we forget
I'm the imperfect son
the next one
the undone
the lost
the found
the turned around
the love bound
the upside down
the weeping man
head in the sand
spoiling the plan
loves all, not just some
the whole, not just one
The cardinal thrums
here come the drums
A fee and a fie,
a foe and a fum
Rata tat tat
drum drum drum
I sense
my own reckoning
my own truth beckoning

God help me

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


The child needs little from us
That hasn't already been
Stitched by our allowance
We need more from them
Love, laughter, freedom
Peace and forgiveness

The child needs little from us
We need so much more
Be like the little children
Be like we were before

Raise us up, dear children
We long to go back
We long to be like you
Wings on our back

Look at us, look at them
They act upon what's known
We act upon want
Act as if we're alone

Truth bleeds as a stream
Growing something bigger
Allow the dream
Laugh like a child
Without derision
Grasp the vision
Make believe
We need then see
Glimpse what we're doing
See what we've done
The child knows
We've grown ignorant

Stupid is as stupid does
The child knows love
We, not one nth more
We foment the conflict
From our greed to war

When did we forget
The dog knows more
The child breathes
Exhales just beneath
Greet your child smiling
Inhale yourself back
Return from the dead
Don't bow to fear's attack
Lunge ahead



Little reason exists for us
to stay the course of want
Much is to be said for
our turning toward Home
The green and blue orb
we haunt
The drum's have been drumming
Down the blacktop they've been coming
Don't resist, change their minds toward peace
Don't turn away and run
stay and face the stream
The river follows
rise with it
Tell them plans are useless
without the whole dream
It does not bend
to fear's might
So turn them back
into the sun's light

When first they came
we knew
When next they enter
we must, too

Their destruction
we shall cease
The foul obstruction
shall not be
We're the stewards
they, the destroyers
Industry's tormentors
inventors of indifference

Stand up
prepare to clear
the barbed fence
Steady your legs
for more than plans
Head up, spirit whole
One, now dance

We are on the way
children leading our way
Cherubs and Angels
Love's breathing sway
The beasts of noise
won't stand a chance
Not against
God and Love's d…