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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I resign myself to a half sleep, to the evening news, and a tepid cup of tea to old habits, engrained, and a familiar old routine As the news, tonight, unfolds, it is there again, to chill the bones and to turn the blood from warm to cold How does one close an eye, turn away,....... compromise? Here I am once again, in the house, that knows my strife How insane the world can seem,...... Oh, the theme, is much the same Renewed, it stays obscene,... yet, brings a brand new grief But I shut out discontent, and catch a jasmine scent and a summer, once I spent, in the shadow of tall trees I lean back in my chair, and the air keeps me warm I'm hearing swarms hum, a drum in my head, not far..., is a wild nest of bees Surrounded by seas, of the green grassy waves, and I smell sweet alfalfa once more Now my arms and my legs are rolling down hills, that tickle my skin, ....and taking the spin out of me All the bees scatter 'round...., of a world going wild, and have stained red, my shins and my knees. Where is the green? The clean of all things? And the springtime of days dead and gone? I pluck a long stem, it tastes semisweet, yet, the bitterness still lingers on From my head to my feet, I can't rest in defeat, as sound from the sprinklers resound They lull me to sleep Ts......Ts......Ts......Ts......Ts I lie under the trees, while the wild nest of bees, swarm near my head Bz......Bz.......Bz......Bz.......Bz......Bz I could die, wide awake, as the dusk softly breaks, Where the lightning bugs shine in the trees Small stars in the night, lightening bugs show the way, taking me home through the tunnel of day Drinking sweet jasmine tea, .... I'm drunk on my dreams, but I think I've been stung where my evening begun back on the street where I live _________________________________________ 2/12/14 For Craig Cornish's Contest: "Angel Of The Odd"
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