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Thoughts and observations by English poet Roger N. Taber, a retired librarian and poet-novelist.- "Ethnicity, Religion, Gender, Sexuality ... these are but parts of a whole. It is the whole that counts." RNT [NB While I have no wish to create a social network, I will always reply to critical emails about my poetry. Contact: rogertab@aol.com].

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Sadly, a bad fall in 2012 has left me with a mobility problem, and being diagnosed with prostate cancer the same year hasn't helped, but I get out and about with my trusty walking stick as much as I can, take each day as it comes and try to keep looking on the bright(er) side of life. Many of my poems reflect the need to nurture a positive-thinking mindset whatever life throws at us.

Tuesday, 26 November 2019

Predator, Invisible Enemy

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It being National HIV Testing Week, it seemed a good idea to drop by with this poem from my gay-interest blog archives for March 2013...

Gay or straight, there is no room for complacency regarding HIV-AIDS. We all owe it to ourselves and any potential sex partners to be responsible about sex and use a condom.

It might help if HIV-AIDS were not still something of a taboo subject with many people...

Education has to be the key to raise HIV-AIDS Awareness, in which context I wholeheartedly support organisations like DAMSET whose volunteers created a mural for people who have died of AIDS across Dorset; it involved going into schools and talking about HIV-AIDS. The tiles on the mural were designed by schoolchildren.

I would love to see similar projects worldwide:

[See also:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKzi9VRjuq0 on my You Tube channel OR search for 'Autobiography of a Beach' on the blog where the video accompanying it is also available.)

PREDATOR, INVISIBLE ENEMY

I have no need to look far for prey,
just follow footprints in the clay
where careless minds feed on a heat
in the blood as if it were for water,
rice or bread, answer to an everyday
need; no problem for a seasoned
tracker such as I, descending upon
bodies nursing what surely has to be
the world’s worst inhumanity

Unable to tell where my axe will fall,
some convince themselves I am
no real threat at all, rather something
akin to a bogeyman, hardly a figment
of the imagination but best consigned
to a cosy corner of a mind less likely
consider why so many get so careless
in the first place. Besides, who wants
to look a bogeyman in the face?

Men, women and children cannot run
from me unless privy to such ways
of the world even I cannot pin down,
kill slowly or, for a while at least,
subject to slavery; every act, thought,
bought with their sweat and tears,
save for those who have the measure
of my intention and can readily access
the means of best protection

In the blood, tracking footprints any size,
I, the predator, who am HIV-AIDS

[From: On The Battlefields Of Love by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010]

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