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Sandy Mason Poem
You poetry reviewers sitting high on your opinions,
placing us on your literary skewers.
Stuffing us like turkeys, with synonyms and antonyms,
forbidding all clichés.
You roast our images and tear us apart,
then reject us by claiming, "you're just not avant-garde."
How can you really judge another one's art,
when we open up our soul, to expose our heart? .
Your words are harsh, and your critique vain.
You write sadistic views to bring others down in pain.
If we could have a glimpse inside your mind,
we would all be shocked to see you're literarily blind.
Copyright © Sandy Mason | Year Posted 2013
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Sandy Mason Poem
Whirling winds sprinkled glittering snow on Christmas eve
Tears flowed down a mother's face praying on her knees
A dark fireplace sat with no red embers of burning coal
Children in threadbare blankets shivered in the cold
No Santa carrying a bag of toys, came down the chimney
An angel fluttering white wings appeared from eternity
Holding gold stem roses, opening petals in full bloom
She twirled pointing them at every place in the room
Flames danced in the hearth with warm flickering light
A turkey turned on a spit as stew bubbled all night
Flashing pink lights decorated a silver evergreen tree
Winter clothes and presents lay underneath the leaves
Blue eyes twinkled as the visitor smiled, then flew away
A new surprise was waiting for the family on Christmas day
A knock on the door would bring the special gift from afar
The father, a soldier would be coming home from the war
Sandy Mason
Copyright © Sandy Mason | Year Posted 2013
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She is waiting in time's shadow
Wrapped in night's whisper
Fever crowns her head with fire
She wears illness as her garment
Heartache is her design
Her soulless eyes reflect
Absence of life
Her mouth draws breath
Leaving emptiness
She lifts life's veil
Death embraces sorrow
Flowers blanket stone memories
Grief weeps to an orchestra of pain
Copyright © Sandy Mason | Year Posted 2013
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