Picked Up a Book

Paul Halley
Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read

The woman at the shelf picked up a book

And read aloud, head in the clouds.

But the men with the spirit of fire in their head,

Prevented these books from being read.

These men had an orange-eyed sense of self

And knocked every book from the wooden shelf.

“I’ve read it all, I’ve read it all,

And words like this will make us fall.”

The woman with sapphire in her bones

Picked up the books, Rose above the men.

Despite her fear of sharp thrown stones,

She ran fast and read again:

“Don’t crawl too long, just stand up high,

And reach up toward the solar sky.

Be free from those who kept you from the stars,

And stand by those who took you to the moon.

Be free.

Be free.

Be free.”

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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Paul Halley

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Passionate about education, mental health, technology, and helping others. Interested in poetry and lots & lots of music.

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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