G. Grant

County Derry, Ireland

G. Cole is a BSc. Hons. (equiv.) graduate, from Ireland. She has recently been published in "The Celtic Feminism". She was also published in The National Library of Poetry. Though wishing to remain anonymous, she will be happy to hear form other interested parties on the Internet or writing. Cole lives in Ireland. Her mission statement: The social illness/disease of society, greed, bigotry, hypocrisy, gives rise to much ill health. So as man, woman have been empowered to change and improve their lifestyles, so too, he, she must changed his / her society. Latrogenic disease kills! This world is an intriguingly beautiful place, predicament. Each person on this world has been born basically very good! Who could build a "better", more beautiful world? So no one has the right to destroy this creation!

Cheops

Is it in Ogham set, that love did not spell
Bethluision or fearn, Bobelith?
In birch hazel oak, before the Vine, or Ancient
firelight bid?
A Druidical march of yesteryear, its human sacrifice
still'd!
No! It is in the heart of Man! Heart of Stone?
Aonach Tailteann Olympiad run this Rune
heart. Quirinia set! Unwritten race, but Tombstone
writ?
Yet none build as Cheops! Some not permitted.

If these will remember back a little longer than 300 years ago
to 2000 years
A Man came, who proclaimed equality for all!
He never kill'd, or marched, paraded but on a colt!
Being humble He conquered death.
Why do you never remember this
Have no doubt who runs in freedom from this misbeggoton
fate:
It is Christ, His follower!

Feminist Woman (In Holocaust)

Does the child shrill inside,
When you say "kill".
"My Proto babe" Unborn, To sing, live love
As He bid, As He did?

Where did you come from then? And when?
At which precise moment were you made "human",
Deemed "Fit to live"?
So you can kill such?
Tell me, woman man,
When will you return in perfect form
To him?
Does the test of time change your mind About
The child, about God
Because technology can?

Before the Dawn (Threatened Abortion)

Will the child I might lose, in the profoundest
time I pass, In hope
Still adorn His highest Kingdom? Bless?
Watch men, down here pass by
In life, Some on another road!
I, with Sophia, God.

Will his ethereal spirit adorn
The heavenly King, never having sinned?
Or will this babe not having lived in this world
Statutorily worship Him, in a different way
As before the dawn?