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Bilingual MCA

Bilingual Poets & Writers for Peace

by Maria Cristina Azcona

November 2006

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BILINGUAL MCA NOVEMBER

FIRST PRIZE - POETRY

EARTH´S JEALOUS LOVER

BY NIKESH MURALI

India-Australia

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I am jealous O! Azure damsel,
My admiration in a carousel.
Desirous of your love,
Pure as the gentle clouds.

I detest the warm sun that caresses you,
The ocean that lull’s you,
The wind that flings your hair away,
The spring, which gifts you scars, colourful and gay.

Spots misty and evergreen.
Beauty that runs skin deep.
Disturbed, I wander up and down,
Fidgeting to the river’s sound.

Why do you choose to look the other way?
To your dark children who sing and play.
Why do you let the raindrops batter you?
And not let me fondle you?

Ice crystals that grey your pitch-black hair,
Haughty they declare ‘We are free to graze’.
Why don’t you eye me? I impugn.
Like you stare unblinking at the silvery moon

FIRST PRIZE -PROSE

BLACK STREET PERSON MAN

BOB SCHWEITZER BSCHWE.milwaukee.gov USA

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It was time to go outside and get some fresh air. I was looking out on Broadway watching the cars go by and gazing up to the sun to feel the warmth on my face, when suddenly I saw a black street person man come shuffling down the sidewalk…… ragged clothes flying in the wind.

He stopped at the green street trash can, lifted the cover and dug in, looking for items of worth. I looked away and saw young blonde woman walking briskly and she looked at the black man as she passed the trash can…….I could see a look of horror on her face.

She walked on about ten feet, and then turned around while digging into her purse. She pulled out three dollar bills and gave them to the black man, then quietly walked away. The man looked at the bills, and then he too walked on. My heart warmed as I saw this wonderful compassionate event.

Later, I thought about the look of horror on her face and how I had just looked away. She must have been from the suburbs or something. But the thing is…..she should have been horrified by what she saw……. as I should have been too.

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WINDOW TO HEAVEN – Poems by MARÍA CRISTINA AZCONA

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