I find more and more I am not on screens, I have taken FB et al off my phone and rarely post these days. There is so much unwanted ads and fake news, its harder and harder to sift through the sewer of the social media. As I write things these days Im going old school! no internet and just writing listening to a CD … Just wonderful.
Author Archives: Julan62
Not your body, not your buisness.
In realms where life begins, the power grows,
Beyond the reach of law or ruling hand,
A woman’s body, like the river flows,
Its rhythm set by forces none command.
No king nor court decrees her inner tide,
No man can stake a claim upon her womb;
For deep within, where mysteries reside,
She holds a world that none but she presume.
It’s not for distant voices to decide
The seasons of her cycle, fierce and true;
Her choice, her spirit, where her heart abides,
An endless right that none could misconstrue.
For in her hands, she keeps her sacred might,
Her body hers, like dawn belongs to light.
JH
A Lullaby for the Lost
They never knew the names of the steel,
The sharp, the loud, the breaking of the seal
That brought their games to sudden, silent end,
Where bullets soared, but not to mend.
In schoolyards bright, where laughter grew,
They danced in shoes still shiny, new.
No talk of wars or men with steel hearts cold,
Just chalk on pavement, dreams untold.
But far above, where shadows plot and scheme,
The men of iron cannot dream.
They speak in tongues of fury and disdain,
While children fall, unseen, in pain.
For what is peace, to those who crave the fight?
Who trade in blood and steal the light?
They never learned to build with tender hands
Only to destroy with violent commands.
And so the young, with eyes still soft and wide,
Are swept away in hatred’s tide.
Their tiny hands, once warm with life,
Now cold from strangers’ endless strife.
Oh, weep, for they knew nothing of the hate,
That shaped the weapon, sealed their fate.
They only sought to live, to grow, to play
But the men of steel tore that away.
And in the quiet after guns have ceased,
When whispers of the lost are least,
Remember those who never learned to fight
The innocent, who burned too bright.
For until the men of war lay down their pride,
And learn that peace begins inside,
The children’s laughter, stilled and done,
Will haunt the hearts of everyone.
JH

Words NOT Weapons
When voices rage and battle cries ignite,
The world is fractured, torn by endless strife.
Yet peace could rise from shadows of the night,
If words replaced the sharpest edge of life.
Oh, how the tongue, when gentle, heals the pain,
A softer strength than any blade could wield.
For power lies in dialogue, not in gain,
In hearts unarmed, where wounds are gently healed.
Let nations speak with voices calm and clear,
And lay down arms to lift up hope instead.
For peace is not in dominance or fear,
But in the quiet words of love once said.
So, leaders, find your strength in peace’s song—
A voice that whispers where it once was wrong.
JH
Compassion
Compassion is the bridge that connects us to the shared humanity in every individual, reminding us that everyone carries their own burdens, struggles, and stories. When we extend compassion to others, we acknowledge their worth and offer understanding without judgment. This act of kindness can transform relationships, fostering a sense of community and mutual support. Being compassionate to everyone, regardless of differences, not only enriches their lives but also deepens our own sense of purpose and fulfilment. It creates a ripple effect, where small acts of empathy contribute to a more caring and inclusive world. Lets do this? Please….
Dont listen and assume , learn for yourself about people.

Stop the fighting
In shadows cast by leaders’ fierce decree,
The common folk still seek a path to peace.
Why must the rulers force our harmony
To shatter, when their quarrels never cease?
Oh, let the mighty find a silent room,
To vent their tempers, not our lands destroy.
For in the garden, flowers cease to bloom
When war’s dark thunder drowns out hope and joy.
Would not the world thrive in united hand,
If love and understanding were our guide?
Erase the lines in every foreign land,
And bridge the chasms, cast our hate aside.
So let the powerful in peace convene,
And leave the world to live in joy serene.

