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Pirate Bay

```Pirate Bay the Haiku``` 

pirates fierce and mean 
drowning fish, sea to sea 
parrots on their butt 

```Polly Wants A Cracker``` 

bloodthirst & brutal 
Quartermaster Gone Wild 
dirty wings on deck 

```Sea World Adventure``` 
ship crew goes on strike 
sailing the Caribbean 
wooden leg splashing 


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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The Unknown

-"x+2 = 4"-

Enigmas of the soul
Do you know how it feels?

Never tasted before
Invisible Sun


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Leafs fall
Fall leaves
Snow cascades
Fairy tail dreams of virgin white
Winter leaves me
To spring raindrops
They wash me away
The summer heat torments and burns
Fall arrives by the wind
The wind takes me away
I leave

Copyright © arthur vaso

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Are There Any of Us Left

The cruel streets I walked made me sad
I looked not at him, nor at her
Those who passed me by, gutter grads
I felt at home among the curs
We were outcasts from hearth and home
Over the land our kind did roam.

Looking here and then searching there
As many as stars in the sky
By foot, by car, sometimes by air
We wanted to understand why
We couldn't go back where we'd been
Burned our bridges and that's a sin.

Some were poets within their hearts
A killer or two in the crowd
And some were like me; a la carte
Doing what it took to be proud
Some chased women, some ran from them
And in the melee some lost a gem.

I sit here writing words of mine
Wondering how many are left
Who write words and sell for a dime
I have escaped death's cold, cold theft 
I have fought the fight and I've won
I'm old yes, but I've just begun 

Copyright © Race Benoit

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Waiting in the rain

I remember how you looked that day
The morning, you went away
I remember everything you said
I could not speak just softly breath away

Upon the shore, about to leave
There were just too many voices in my head
It was the first day of a morning spring
A cold chill the moment on that day

I stood and watched you with a smile
I never saw you without a thing to say
As we stand today close for a while
Your warm body comforts me so today

I know in a cool springtime rain
I think of you, once more again
I’ll never know why, I could not say
Just how hard it was for me that day

The words are now frozen on my lips
As I stood on the dock alone that day
And I watched as you slowly drifted away
Watching from a veil’s hidden rips

The chill of the cold won’t lose its grip
And hangs from my neck like a chain
To think of you just once more again
And how warm you felt in the cold dark rain

I don’t think I will ever know
And how fast the time did go
I will always feel deep in my heart
We were just never meant to part

Soul mates never go, so here I am again
As I await in the cold spring morning rain
Knowing you will be back with me again
As I leave my cold body in the rain

Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson

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Time Travel

-In-between Worlds-

Letting go of all the space in between
the reality
the cloud
A theme, that use to be 
---Now dead
Long gone before I woke

Sadly Today's my birthday 
So here I am singing a song
All ALone
Happy Birthday to myself

Love PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Exploration Of Your World

rose petals red fall crimson lips deep kiss my soul full blossom my heart soft sand colored skin explore endless desert your oasis waits expedition of lover's terrain would you be my hearts guide? For Contest: Double Valentine Haiku & One Questionku Date: February 04, 2015

Copyright © Casarah Nance

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Introducing: Carl Fraser & Poet Destroyer

Oh Paint me a far away horizon
Across a tranquil azure sea,
Where sits a peaceful deserted island
Where no one lives but me
Free from prying eyes and greedy lies
Free from scars that never heal
Let me be free to just be me
Instead of someone who isn't real
To live out my days giving thanks and praise
To my creator in heaven above
And leave behind the noise of worldly toys
And just bask daily in his love
To be stripped of pain by the spirits rain
And washed until my robes are clean
For I've had enough of my fellowman's company
And I'm disgusted by what I've seen
So I will step into my painted horizon
Framed in a forever state of bliss
And I turn back only for a fading glimpse
As I blow the world a farewell kiss.

       Laced by the seas we see, you beg for a life so far
       Far from all I've dreamed of, tranquil and spirit rain
       A once false painted paradise,
       Bliss, a farewell kiss, drowned by old heartache
       Not knowing where it's coming from
       Yesterday, I woke up to a new skyline,
       The horizon, formed by your eyes,
       Across a tranquil azure sea
       Far from all existing companies, you stood
       In front of the ocean - your ocean!
       Sailing on the calm side of the turquoise sea
       Stripping back into the innocence you once were
       A gentleman, caressing the oats in a peaceful state
       The moon breaking your once trusted mind
       The silence of heaven heals every scar inside
       Redemption is a secret we beg for
       It was always you, someone lost, misguided by love
       Somebody, I once dreamt of, A dream lost out at sea
       Calling out for me --- you chose to pray alone
       Repelled by the world so cold, yet here I stand
       Alone, on the other side of the farewell kiss
       For you, I paint a faraway horizon of bliss, my friend
       Waiting -Dreaming -Escaping --- In another lifetime

       ~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Fate and the False Hope

Fate and the False Hope

Arrow of fate flies silently straight
targeted mark is found never too late
Man thinks himself master of his fate
forever the fish takes in hopes bait

Time clouds storm right on along
men, ants in a loud, dusty throng
Vanity stirs in such shallow hearts
unmindful of Fate's piercing darts

Burrowing deeply into their mound
seeking treasure never to be found
Their Queen , mistress of dark lust
deep down epic lamentations or bust

Fate flows readily into the dark deeps
man wickedly schemes even as he sleeps

Robert J. Lindley  09-11-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Confession of a silent Artist

Creative writers are never given flowers while they still breathing poetry.

Biters wait patiently for the last breath to pay their respect and get paid with your work.

Claiming being sent by callings to keep the legend's work alive till infinity.

No doctor has the cue for this sick world.

But guess what we writers do care.

We keep writing spiritually we don't care.

Atleast i don't care, i know you'll be speaking my language with your theft.

Evidently i do share.

You are that invisible disciple i recruited to speak for me in my death.

It's the life of an artist who cares.

We don't seek recognition.

Recognition come to us that's why we endlessly spread.

We are angels with no wings heaven is closer to us we don't fly.

Paradise is home for holidays filled with dead writers.

An escapism from you hooligans.

Its a crime not a mime when you speak rhyme in my rhymes.

Thank God i'm still an infant in this poetry, i have a chance to fill up the grave you dug for me.

Your patience will have to patiently await my departure patiently.

I have enough time to unleash these constipated rhymes.

You think you got me.

I speak better in my rhymes like a machinegun tone spraying pee.

My skeleton is covered in mics louder i do speak rhythmic bones.

My skeleton is made out of cables transporting poetic stones.

My soul will be kept in your brain's museum.

There i said it.

Ye i meant it.

Copyright © Raymond Ngomane

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World above the clouds

Far away from this bonded crowd,
Far away from these layers of 
Oh wings of the air glide me away,
To the world, world above the 

To the giant mountains of mist,
Where sparkling houses of rain 
be built,
World beneath where would be 
And sun rays where will be cold 
and soothing.

Where I won’t be bound by laws,
And I could speak freely about 
things I love aloud,
Yeah to the world with cloud 
above the clouds,
Where everything just everything 
will be allowed.

Sliding on morning dews that stays 
till night,
Diving in the night’s sky that looks 
like morning light,
With no paths to follow,
I’ll glide free and fast,
Yawing, pitching, bouncing, 
Like the endless penumbra it’s 
unknown where I’ll last
Yeah endless it is,
And it’s unknown where I’ll last

For Above the CloudsContest
I think I am late :-( posting this 

Copyright © Shiraz Iqbal

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Interstellar Love

I searched earth and my love was 
nowhere to be found.

Now I travel to distant galaxies searching 
for my love in space

where it's cold and there's no sound. 
Where could she be?

Is she in an alternate universe. One that's 
parallel to mine?

Do I have to travel through a wormhole? Is 
she in another

place in time? I asked the stars where can 
I find her and 

none of them could tell me. I asked an 
alien sun but he gave

no answer. His bright unusual light only 
making it hard for me to

see. I asked every neutron star and every 
pulsar. Every nebula

cloud I've come across. I even asked a 
supernova where she 

could be. But his answers turned out to be 
false. None of the

constellation of stars seem to know where 
my baby is. Orion

doesn't know. Gemini doesn't know. 
Neither Andromeda or 

Sirius. I'm in interstellar despair, travelling 
through the deepness

of space. Going from one universe to the 
next and hoping that one

day I'll see my baby's face. I don't know 
how many light years I'll

have to travel. Or how many cosmic doors 
I'll have to knock on. All

I know is that the desire to search for my 
love beyond the stars will 

never be far from gone....

Copyright © Skyler Woods

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Noah's Ark

Noah you must build a vessel 300 cubits long, 50 wide, 30 high and it must be strong
It must carry a roof three stories high, finished to a cubit upward with entrance on the long. 

Use only Gopher wood that is smeared both inside and out with pitch
Then take your family and every animal that I might destroy this world in which:

Evil must be cleansed by a flood of Heavenly destruction 
Ye shall perish too, if not great care, taken in construction

Pay particlar attention to each of my animals aboard
For like me, you are their Salvation and I in turn, your Lord

Noah, I command you Rise! Go! Collect the tools you will need 
For there only remains 300 years to completion of this deed

Tend to every last animal no matter how large or small
For I am the Lord, thy God who created and love them all.


Copyright © Judy Konos

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My Guiding Light

As I sit here on this warm, solid shore
beneath a lighthouse I adore.
It stands perfect, beautiful and mint
the roof shingled, a lovely brown tint.
its beacons, a blazing blue hue, 
shine light upon all that I knew.

One day a while ago. Past the fog of the bay
my lighthouse shimmered and played
its beacons shown with a stare
at a new land, an island out there.
I had seen hints of it while looking around
though never thinking I’d leave this fertile ground.

As the fog lifted and cleared 
my lighthouse showed a path that was close. I steered
through this maze of perils towards the new shores
Glancing at the edge of this place, suddenly I want more.
I want to venture and explore it so
Thank you my lighthouse for your allowing glow.

This new isle of desire,
surrounded by a bright red ring of fire
has two beautiful blue pools, clear and deep
a cave so welcoming, sweet sounds did seep
Its lovely peaks were thoroughly explored.
with light patch of grass along the other shore. 

For all its beauty and wonderment, true enjoyment
lies within the relaxing feel of each moment.
Around this isle I can be myself without a worry.
It has welcomed me and listened to my stories.
I listened as the breeze told tales, many that related
The warmth felt upon these shores makes me elated
This isle has been so inviting 
every moment around it was exciting.
My delight in it became hard to evade
but the light from my home was beginning to fade.
I left for home for that is my place.
Having difficulty ignoring those feelings, I pace.

The fog rolled back hiding the isle
Knowing it was there made my mind go wild.
Thoughts that, maybe I could journey without my light
Knowing the trip was very treacherous and not right
For days I pondered it. Deciding to wait out the fog instead
Realizing that I was out of my head

For on my shore I have everything I adore
Stability and sanctuary surround my lighthouse and shores
Family and friends within safe distance
Loss of all this if I were to crash in an instant
That is why I have stopped trying to find
the isle of desire that consumed my mind.

Someday if the fog lifts and the lighthouse shines
I’d make the trip and enjoy the time.
The isle of desire that once consumed my mind.
Now is a place that if I happen to find
Will be fun and exciting as I venture its shores
But only when allowed by the lighthouse I adore.

Copyright © Adam Hapworth

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Sailing These Seas

Sailing these seas, right now the waves are rough.
The ship is hard to steer, and I fear we may sink.
My crew has hope, but they don’t see what I do.
The water’s looking troubled, just like the way I think.

Sailing these seas, the waves have settled down.
The ship is sailing smoothly, I believe we’ll be okay.
My worries are at the back of my head.
I’ll save them for another day.

Sailing these seas, I think we’ve struck something!
My crew is in a panic, and I was not prepared.
Captain, don’t you know you always have to be cautious?
Even the leader sometimes gets scared.

Arriving at the shore, the ship barely intact.
Most of my crew is gone, but a few knew how to live.
They saved me when I needed them.
I want to show thanks, but I have nothing left to give.

*side note*

To me, this poem sort of symbolizes depression, while indirectly talking about it.

The first verse pretty much says
"I am in a bad place, and I have supporting friends/family, but they don't see what I'm going through the way I do."

Second: "Things are getting better and I've decided to stop worrying about bad things happening and try to be happy."

Third: "Whenever I start thinking about good things and have hope, something bad always happens and I should've been prepared for it."

Fourth: "I made it through it, but lost a lot of the people supporting me because they couldn't handle me while I was down, and whatever I went through weakened me so it's hard to show gratitude to the people who stayed."

Copyright © Megan Devon

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Always the Lady

An hour before time, they put her through the motions.
Shoving and pulling her strings adding oil and suntan lotion.
Hot and humid still shining in candid spirit she professes
in music, a monotone but in finesse, a tune nonetheless.

Of her welcome song intrinsic in me but to her handlers, in blase
only the mere task of steering and roping in tense power play.
Embarking though marred by obvious signs of abuse and neglect.
Her rolling in elation disguised the slippery entrance and my regret.
Drivers accommodating cramped spaces as directed, gently to fill.
Opting to maitain serenity as they in vain, placate her iron will.

Do I hear her rising blood pulses or lack of joy in welcome thereof?
No, just the sound of tumultuous creaks and human smell
of perfume, tainted sweat and punjent oil leaks let off.
Disgruntled impatience of mere sailors but of her, not a peep.
Standing tall, holding firm a class of her own as she let sweep.
Riding the waves in style directing me to the destiny I must keep.
On and on she rides tantalising the waves as they foam at the peaks.
Such insight when she lapses into a lullaby putting me to sleep.

I return to a friend who knows well to serve, to ferry me ashore.
Another blissful time with her as the sea beckons for us to explore.
She is faithful, a useful companion with its own metallic commodore.
Sailing majestically forever a classy lady, our very own Lady Samoa.

(N.B  Lady Samoa is our Inter-Island Ferry)

Copyright © Tiaua M Ioane

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Beyond Beyond

I want to disconnect - to soar above the shell my spirit inhabits warmed by sun, cooled by winds beyond beyond the clouds Written July 9, 2015 by Andrea Dietrich for the Mystique Poetry Contest of nette onclaud A mgur based on quote #2--union with higher self .

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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I took a rich man’s wallet
So that we would not starve
I’m sure the lord has forgiven me
But the judge he surely did not.
He spared me from the gallows
But sent me across the sea
Away from family and friends
And away from you sweet Molly
I could see you standing on the dock in the rain
As the ship lurched out in the mist
And I wondered sweet Molly would I ever again
Hear your laughter or feel your sweet kiss.
Well terrible fortune befell us
On that awful disease ridden ship
And brutes were the crew and the guards
Who beat us with fists and with whip.
And the wind howled and the seas rose
And many were washed overboard
And illness, storms and starvation
Were sent upon us by the lord
And gradually everyone perished
But somehow I seemed to survive
Until somehow I made it to Botany Bay
The only soul left alive.
I joined a prison gang Molly
And hard to work we went
They gave me a chisel and barrow 
And told me to go and carve steps
From a mountain made out of rock
On a path that led to nowhere.
No food or drink did they give us
I feel that they wished we would die
Well their wish came true sweet Molly 
As the men started dropping like flies.
The sun burned my face and my arms
As I hammered away at the stone
And when the rains finally came
They soaked us through to our bones
Then a flash flood swept the others away
And left me there all on my own.
Well my life was hard to be sure 
But again I seemed to survive
And I finally made it back to the camp
The only soul left alive.
They all were surprised to see me 
They clapped my back and shook my hand 
They said we must throw a party
For the luckiest man in the land
Well a grand party it was
Under a night of starry skies
The officers all were so drunk
That they started dropping like flies
And in the morning the soldiers found me grinning
Twenty dead officers, two blood stained knives.
Holy Christ said the men as they clapped me in irons
He’s the only soul left alive!
So now I finally face the gallows Molly
And there are no more lies left for me
What I couldn’t eat of the men on the ship
I threw the remains to the sea
What I couldn’t eat of the men on the mountain
I buried among the trees
The drunken officers deserved all they got
So Molly my conscience is clear.
My only regret dear Molly
The only thing that causes me pain
Is knowing that I shall never
See your sweet face again.

Copyright © Bryn Roberts

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Dark Paradise

As we departed for a long journey,
My heart punned with jocundity,

Had heard a lot about its beauty,
But didn’t know, will ‘be welcomed so haughtily,

As I propelled on non-native soil,
It seemed so preposterously royal,

Still there, ah I missed my home,
Oh where I could fearlessly roam,
Where the noise of rickshaws,
It seems so soothing the way it draws!

Where we wait for that oily heavy breakfast,
While licking my fingers I bet! I in contrast!
They pour so oil in them that would‘ve surpassed
The oil in deep ocean … that America cast!

They call east is submerged into Spirituality’s aptness
No but it is more traditional I say, tooting my profoundness!

Here nobody would be bothered if found felonious,
But if disobeyed family, would be considered vicious.

I’m telling you about the preciousness of my land,
About the norms people engulf, in my homeland,

We gather now and then to celebrate,
The loves we give each other, make us grate,

In my home, neighbors are never left alone,
Such a hospitality inn! Greeted as are our own

Girls wear the shirts, better shawled,
Which west calls modest but I say,
These are the values, in which they are mold,
These are our norms practiced since Islam borne!

Please don’t turn over from its today’s view
it still is the paradise though  dark, I construe!

Copyright © HINA NASIR

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An Early Wind

You will go from earth to sky for this sweet reunion.
lie softly Precious Traveler, suffer not. 


blue Mother Moon shall open an early wind 
and gently blow you home.

July 22, 2015

Copyright © Lycia Harding

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Anchor Me

Anchor my heart
To yours
Don’t let me drift away
The current is strong
It’s pulling me
Hold me fast
Anchor me

Anchor my heart
To unmovable rock
Anchor my soul to yours
The winds may clutch
The waves batter
But tranquility comes
With your touch

Anchor my heart
Anchor me
In arms secure and true
Though buffeted
I rest in a haven
I’m safe anchored to you

Anchor my heart
To the deepest part
Of your being
In your precious heart
Anchor me
For I'm sure to be
Held strong, held fast
So, hear my plea
Till time should last
Anchor me.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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Shimmer does it not this inspirational ivory opal,
Lightly dinted with a thin sheen of aquatic blue,
Illuminations elliptical transparent veil, a drapery
Suspended by heavens orbiting web called gravity!
Shingles tacked in by star nails, fastened against
The back drop of a vast blackened universe of mystery,
A mystical painting ever changing, a masterpiece
Created by the divine everlasting, the mood ring
Of inspirational thoughts glittering in the timeless
Sea of space!
Melting frozen ice jewels collide against the fire Rudy
Of the inner suns blaze, as the showering solar dust
Bursts forth falling into the cup of the big dippers crystal
Alignment, amongst the opulent elegance shown in the
Brilliance of the blue moon!
Let tranquilitY's cooling pools runith over in softness
Peace of serenity, I’ll bath within its optical illusions
 Of beauty, a transcended spirit seeking freedoms
Dream escape beyond mine own earthly foot hold
Of reality!
A spinning cosmonaut existing in a lunar environment,
Dangling in a spiritual orbit of the heightened experience,
Destinies castaway swaying within the universal pull of
Brilliance, a mystical rose captured within a comets
Tail end of discovery!
Hail that man in the moon, for I wish to be consumed
Within this elliptical titan for which he lives upon,
So close almost to be able to touch by mine own 
Mortal imagination, yet by reason the distance
Is just too great, I’m unable to bridge this vastness!
Inspirations muse this prisoner of the earth bound,
Let the shades of illusions not past me by this night
Of elliptical excellence, merging this transcend
Beneath the waves of light, to flex and bend
Unto space itself, drowning within the depth
Abyss beyond!
Oh to become one drop of polar frozen ice,
Floating within this bio-sphere of elliptical beauty,
A tears silent frail hush, to fall against the face of the blue moons
Passionate shine of night, in this single moment of liberation
I’ve found
The true peace of tranquility at last.

Dedicated to Mystic Rose whom 
Inspired this poem with her picture
Of the blue moon!
And Kathy Ling my moon gazer

Copyright © cherl dunn

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Jan Allison's - Fun Pyramid Cruise

            Jan Allison's - Fun Pyramid Cruise

Rolling shores of sugar form on crimsoned lands
Tan children run through cinnamon granules between their toes
Crunchy warm, doing soccer flips, glowing orange with the sun   
Cascading sugar crystals wave good-byes
The yellow waves, light on honey oceans rise
Jan Allison's new Pyramid Cruise Lines launches
The flag ship, Gold Pyramid, to everyone’s delight 
On honey sun and honey moon it sails
Glitters on golden Pyramid and sea
It lifts into the sky, one hundred floors high
Each deck with fewer cabins to form a shape 
The ship is the first of its kind
Built in the perfect image of a pyramid with diamond top
To the top which rises to a clear crystalline ball room
Jan dances their at night
A dozen roses on center table in her room
Three white ones, 2 bright red and purple
And let’s not forget the brilliant yellow roses
Sent by every friend, from them to her
With warm wishes for a wondrous maiden voyage 

Copyright © Earl Schumacker

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Delphinus Nights

I have flown on wings of dreams, but I never could land well
I've never been to the end of a rainbow and I've never talked to an angel
I could never reach the fleeing horizons and I could never catch the wind
I have never caressed a sliver of moonlight until it touched your skin
When I first saw the beauty of your silhouette standing before the sun
I was the pilot of a new dream landing in your love
Then my tears reflected colors of a rainbow and I could talk to God
I could finally reach the horizons as you woke up in my arms
And I dont care where the winds blow as long as I'm with you
We could float into forever where Delphinus stars may bloom
Where time is never the difference between nights and days
We could cast our shadows from moonlight as we let our hands play
Plucking beautiful flowers from heaven until the end of times 
Planting new celestial gardens beyond our endless skies

Copyright © Jesse James Forster

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Fear Not The Darkness

Fear Not The Darkness

Fear not the darkness of a shallow grave
 laugh at the folly of living to save
Treasures on your greed filled list
 dance as if death does not exist

Forgive at least one unforgiveable deed
 let heart seek comfort not stir greed
Strike the fear from your lost soul
 dream of another very precious goal

A love that blesses all that which matters
 leaving behind the failings that shatter
A gift so often found when one looks away
 creating a heart that never ever strays

Fear not changes that send a greater life
 cut away such fear with a spirited knife...

Robert J.Lindley , 06-15 -2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley