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Alphabet Father and Son


robe_quote (c) June Perkins

Alphabet father and son
pram wheels in late afternoon breeze
symbols of something
the poet thinks
‘perhaps they’re keys
– transfigured new age men.’

Robed in garments: peace and love
beaming virtues of transforming light
into actions of might
– guiding generations on their way.

(c) June Perkins

This poem may develop further or into series. There is so much discussion of domestic violence at the moment and what may stop it. I think of heroes like Rosie Batty who are bringing it into the spotlight of the media with their tireless work.

Sometimes I see signs of change – little seeds where there is no violence, only love. There’s a place for fathers, husbands, brothers, mothers, sisters, and children, to move beyond old habits and embrace a world that will be free from violence.

Sometimes it begins with the simplest transfigurations.

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requiescat in pace – Jack Etheridge 1925-2015

the Book of Bokeh


You may recall that around this time last year, I posted Dad, a series of photos I took while visiting my father in the hospital after he had had a heart attack.

I was recently back in Newfoundland, Canada to be with him one last time and was there for his passing and funeral.

I have made death a messenger of joy to thee. Wherefore dost thou grieve? I made the light to shed on thee its splendor. Why dost thou veil thyself therefrom?

Please do not feel sad or sorry either for my father or my family. He was just short of 90 when he passed: a veteran and deeply religious. Bit he was also fun loving with a wicked sense of sly humor, kind, generous, loyal and hard working…and as mentally sharp at the end as all the days of his life. The family deeply appreciated that we were able to have him…

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Yaran II~ #7Baha’is7years


Seven souls imprisoned for what they believe

The unity of mankind was all they tried to achieve

The right to educate our children within the universities

Higher learning the right of all in our splendid diversities


Seven long years of needless suffering for their Faith

Believing quietly, unobtrusively with true humble praise

The time is now to free these oppressed people in release

Give freely to their families some hope and inner peace

© Carol Campbell 2015 

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Recommended link: Seven Days in Remembrance of Seven Years

Everybody Means Something

Seven Years

On this, the sixth of the seven days of remembrance, I am posting a brief profile of Behrouz Tavakkoli. Profiles of all seven Bahá’í leaders can be found on the Bahá’í World New Service at this link

The seven Baha’i leaders who were initially sentenced to 20 years imprisonment have long served both Iranian society and the Baha’i community. Six of them were arrested on 14 May 2008 at their homes in Tehran. The seventh, Mahvash Sabet, was arrested on 5 March 2008 while on a trip to Mashhad. They were held incommunicado for weeks and were not allowed access to legal counsel for more than a year.

The seven formed the entire membership of the now-disbanded group known as the “Yaran” or “Friends in Iran,” tending to the spiritual and social needs of the 300,000-member Baha’i community of that country.

Mr. Behrouz Tavakkoli

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The Prison Poet is Heard

Stumbling Through the Past

Book cover for Prison Poems Mahvash Sabet, Adapted from the original Persian by Bahiyyih Nakhjavani, Prison Poems, (George Ronald, 2013).

I write if only to stir faint memories of flight
in these wing-bound birds,
to open the cage of the heart for a moment
trapped without words.
For how can one not faint for these women,
beaten so brutally?
How can one not fear for them, suffering
such tyrannical cruelty.

Mahvash Sabet, ‘The Perfume of Poetry’, Prison Poems, p. 32

A woman sits in her prison cell in Iran, poetry flows from her pen. Of all Iran’s prisoners of conscience she and six fellow prisoners are serving the longest sentences of all. A member of a persecuted minority, the charges against them were patently false and their trial transgressed basic standards of legal procedure. The jail door has been slammed shut for a long time.

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