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7/20/2016 9:12:51 AM
Israel declares open war on France, Europe...	Seems the "Jews" are behind a lot of things claimed in history to be in the hands of "Others" . . . "Will" we ever "Learn" or do Know but just pass a "Blind eye to it all . . . "Until" it ends up in your own "Backyard" ~ I guess not . . . edited by Indiana.59 on 7/20/2016
7/24/2017 3:03:58 AM
Hi poet tree peeps...I just joined yesterday...	Hi Mark - Welcome to yet another platform for your works -Looking forward to reading you thoughts - Kind regards - Indiana x x x
9/2/2017 1:50:01 PM
Fire Away	The tides come and go - the moon says hello and goodbye The water rises and falls - as the sun comes to live and die She just treads on - drifting through the sea She just treads on - for weak she cannot be The sting of her betrayal - bring on tears that fall like rain The broken hopes of tomorrow - brings an all familiar pain She just treads on - drifting through the sea She just treads on - for weak she cannot be The storms of life come and go - the water rough at times The feeling of going under and just like that the sun shines She just treads on - drifting through the sea She just treads on - for weak she cannot be Center - Bold and Italic Edited by Indiana.59 on 9/2/2017 edited by Indiana.59 on 9/2/2017
11/25/2018 9:16:31 AM
CHRISTMAS MOURNING - CONTEST ENTRY	CHRISTMAS MOURNING Not for all, is Christmas day a happy time Some like he, wake up, to just another day Alone, curtains shut, blocking out the world Christmas cards on the table, remain un-opened In the distance, he can hear the children play Other times he would be quite happy to hear But not today, this Christmas mourning day Left alone now, not even a cup of tea to share Times like this can just be too much to bear Thinking on happier times with a wife to care Nothing grand, a day in front of the Telly Enjoying old comedy programs, Morecambe and Wise But the fun of happier times, now brings on sad emotions Of a house once happy and warm, now all of this is gone The curtains remain closed, the hearth remains cold He affords himself a trip to kitchen to make a cup of tea Settles; wrapped up in old bath robe, aged old slippers His eyes settle on the photo’s upon the mantel piece His wife, his children long gone, all smiling in happier times Eyes glazed, he wonders on it all, with shaking hands he slips his tea Silent tears caress his sunken cheeks, this Christmas mourning day edited by Indiana.59 on 11/26/2018
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