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Crooked is the crime
Straight to jail to serve the time
Full Circle is prime
Famine of the Soul
Christmas is always special
with sounds of a yuletide song.
But so many Christmas Days
have sadly come and gone.
Remember when we were young
and how it used to be?
Those Christmas songs we loved
and danced to, you and me.
Moments of fun and dancing
romantic interludes too.
Happily sharing Christmas
being in love with you.
And constantly I’m reminded
how lucky I must be.
Waking on each Christmas morn
with you next to me.
INCOGNITO
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Take off your mask you warn out clown..... with painted frown
Your world is turning ....upside down
Your smile is but a brush line deep
Those star crossed eyes, that spark with glitter
Long to weep..... the tears of years
Of hollow fun, the jokes are stale
The antics done to death,
Oh!.....what a bore,
Love
Betrayed,
I've lost my way.
My heart, it's cracking,
leaking and losing peace
My soul, it's blinded
by the stabbing pain
when trust is a mistake
that left me so weak.
but if they think
they've crushed my will,
they really don't know me
for I won't stay down.
I'll always rise
every single time I fall
to grow stronger
and wiser than before.
Soon we all shall be lost
in the ocean of time
only few will run about
in search of poets who rhyme
In this world poetry is taking a revolution
come bask in the sun of reveller
show
don't tell any one
what you want to convey
let them in their own visions
your dreams match and obey
Only day dreamers ever win
others dream
in the darkest corners of mind
where will such poets ever
a name in the world find
Go with the winds
of salutations and rewind
you will never ever again
CIRCLES OF FIRE
whirling fires three,
circles In symmetry
twists and turns
words that burn
through and through
lies they brew
piecing heart and soul
laughter born to tears
feed a witches brew,
hearts of stone,.
litanies of ill - will
serpent tongues that kill
and pursue ...
Colliding Chatter
Deriding pitter-patter
Truly just matter?
Today I got the same message
I receive each Sunday morning,
at the same time every week;
my old pastor, my mentor
will send me a pleasant
"God bless you,"
or some variant,
and then there is silence.
If I ask how his day is,
if I ask about the weather,
if I ask about the state of his world,
there is silence.