Poetry - Lynn White

  The Empty Cell The Butcher is dead. His meat decayed bones broken burned buried now waiting for him to follow. His cell is empty waiting gravely for those whose meat   is fresh blood and bones broken burned buried sometimes in rubble always in the rubble of words. So we wait wanting them to be unearthed the earth made empty as the cell waiting   for the ones who are chosen. https://newversenews.blogspot.com/2026/09/the-empty-cell.html

  Bits And Pieces They waited patiently standing in line hunger made them quiet un-childlike too quiet for children standing in line. Who knew what they’d be when they grew up those children tinker, tailor, soldier, spy on our side or theirs whoever the us and them are. Now we know for certain that   they’ll be none of those things now they’re scattered   in bits and pieces bombed to bits just in case. Futures laid to rest in bits and pieces just in case. https://www.orenaugmountainpoetry.net/2026/09/bits-and-pieces.html

  Meeting Your Match D H Lawrence once wrote that there were lots of good fish in the sea but, as the vast majority were mackerel and herring, unless you were mackerel or herring yourself, you were unlikely to find your fish-mate. But that was in the teeming wilderness of then. There are a lot fewer fish now than in his day and even mackerel and herring are in short supply. Perhaps that will make it easier to meet your match amongst the precocious survivors. But maybe he would have something wilder in mind, for our times,   a salmon perhaps. There are even fewer of them now so only the wildest will meet their match   in today’s emptying wilderness. https://poetrywivenhoe.org/2026/09/day-1370-white/

  Shadow Puppets I still see you in the shadows. It’s where you’ve always been casting shadows over my life playing your part in its theatre while staying hidden to project an image which makes me feel as manipulated as you surely are behind that screen. It will take courage to draw back the blind to let me see your features, let me see who you are and who you can be when you’re free, when we both are free. So step forward. Step out of the shadows and on to the stage to greet me. When I see your smile we’ll rewrite our parts free of the puppet master and out of the shadows. https://latinosenglishedition.blog/2026/09/04/shadow-puppets-by-lynn-white/

  The Right To Choose Some citizens of Israel are exercising their right to return to the places they came from. The choice is theirs. Other citizens of Israel are exercising   their right to return to places they didn’t come from. The choice is theirs. New citizens of Israel may exercise their right to return   to ever more places they didn’t come from. Though less are making that choice, the choice is theirs. Only they have the right to choose where they settle. Only the Chosen have the right to choose. Only the Chosen have any rights at all. https://www.culturematters.org.uk/the-right-to-choose/

  Longing The years have passed but still she yearns for the child   that once grew in her body. https://www.lulu.com/shop/arden/the-pocket-poet/paperback/product-v82vk45.html?page=1&pageSize=4