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Twenty Years of Spaces Filled by cornish, craig
The Sun Will Soon Shine Again by Daniel, Jo
THE,QUATORZAIN FORM by Strand, Brian
Unicorn Island by Wings, Broken
Look Beyond Yourself by Wings, Broken
Outside My Window by Inman, James
T U R P I T U D E by Guillermo, Olive Eloisa
Love You So Much by Wings, Broken
A BRUSH OF ARS POETICA by Guillermo, Olive Eloisa
Ode to the salty tear by Kamoonpuri, S.zaynab

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The Sun Will Soon Shine Again


Do not drown in your sorrow,
This dark storm is not the end,
Look forward to tomorrow,
This cloud too shall pass, my friend;

It's difficult, I agree,
To stop thinking of the past,
Those memories won't just flee,
Give it some time, not so fast;

Hold on to the True Anchor,
The sun will soon shine again,
Jesus, the Light, when darker,
Does comfort you, so brighten;

In your deepest pain of grief,
Look to Him and find relief.


03/06/17

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Ode to the salty tear

O' Salty tear, a mere clear drop that you are
You've emerged for a million different reasons
many of which only the shedder knows
for you've emerged in all seasons.

The season of sadness or reason of joy
the tears of grief and the tears of joy
You and your unalloyed saline taste
thou art' but an emotional waste.

O'Salty tear each time you drop into oblivion
why not vanish away with your shedder's grief? 
I tell you O' tear if you're to take my opinion
oughtn't you grant your shedder full relief? 

Ah but thou art' a ceaseless ocean in reserve and store
No one can be sure, he'll cry no more
When you trickle down those sad upturned lips
we know destiny perhaps made those painful slips! 

You are the raindrops of a grief-clouded heart
You do emerge when two lovers have to part

Help your shedder turn over a new leaf
so you're associated less with grief.

I've watched many a jilted lover
weep all alone by the sea-side most sorrowfully
and watched tears glide down noses or pince-nez
as their salty tears merged into the salty sea.

O' Salty tear but it's time you learnt to wash away
all and any poignancy from your shedder's heart
and be such a buddy who never wishes to meet again
the tearful shedder from whom you depart!

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A BRUSH OF ARS POETICA


A BRUSH OF ARS POETICA


Rhythmic verses wherein death paints a picturesque of life
or life itself is written in lethargic-dying state:
a dusty stocked vocabulary still cuts like a knife
when done and re-phrased witty, nonparallel and ornate.

Like the azure fluffy clouds parading affront the sun,
its  smiling hue of yellow-orange kisses sleeping hope--
softly flaming those frugal thoughts in grace and wonder stun,
remarkable enough to line dream stanzas ropes and slopes.

Strokes cast spells of rattles, rambles to erratic silence
allowing trembles to twang murmurs upon hardened hearts
same as magnet it attracts eyes and ears to your essence
because your speech ushers morals incubating fresh starts.
_______________________________________________________________
***Sponsor	Thomas Martin
Contest Name	Ars Poetica
++Placed 1st++

O.E. Guillermo
2:26 pm, March 06, 2015

***I define art of poetry as  variations of light and dark, life and death, pale and vibrant, real and fiction... Writing poetry resurrects life even to a scene spelling disaster and death. Art of poetry embodies every angle aiming to touch the senses. Deep and superficial, all around breathing or not screams/is an art of poetry.

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Nostalgia-Song of the Expatriate

(I'm 
an 
Indian 
lassie, 
was 
born 
in 
West 
Africa, 
(Nigeria), 
Grew 
up 
in 
South 
Africa 
(Swaziland) 
and 
currently 
live 
in 
East 
Africa. 
(Tanzania). 
So 
I 
live 
in 
Daresalam, 
near 
the 
Indian 
Ocean.


I 
might 
be 
like 
any 
other 
expatriate, 
desirous 
of 
their 
homeland
Upon 
my 
country's 
soil 
fervently 
wishing 
to 
stand.
I 
can't 
help 
feeling 
profusely 
foreigner
in 
this 
highly 
foreign 
land
I'd 
give 
anything 
to 
go 
back, 
say 
even 
be 
a 
mariner
for 
there's 
an 
ocean 
to 
cross 
before 
familiar 
sand.

An 
ocean 
with 
dear 
motherland's 
name
greets 
me 
all 
the 
way 
here 
with 
tantalizing 
lure
Tiring 
me 
of 
nostalgia's 
seemingly 
endless 
game
reminding 
the 
distance 
between 
the 
shores 
is 
galore!

Everything 
here 
seems 
just 
too 
alien 
and 
foreign
The 
air 
seems 
foreign 
punctuated 
by 
exotic 
birds
In 
this 
land 
I 
still 
feel 
as 
if 
lost 
in 
some 
warren
and 
the 
foreign 
language 
- 
I'm 
at 
a 
loss 
for 
words!

I 
feel 
estranged 
and 
disoriented, 
struck 
with 
nostalgia
though 
I 
might 
not 
be 
such 
a 
patriot 
any 
more
The 
awaited 
journey 
to 
India 
from 
Tanzania
to 
reach 
familiar 
ground 
of 
lakhs 
and 
crore.

Ah, 
the 
welcoming 
scenes 
of 
my 
homeland
always 
so 
enticing 
and 
inviting
It 
might 
seem 
surprising 
that 
for 
me 
she's 
a 
dreamland
but 
a 
desire 
to 
go 
back, 
since 
ages 
I've 
been 
fighting.

I'm 
home-
sick, 
waiting 
so 
long 
to 
be 
back 
home
There's 
no 
place 
like 
home-
sweet-
home
Here 
I 
feel 
I've 
lost 
my 
tracks
Like 
a 
homeless 
wanderer 
do 
I 
roam.

As 
here 
I 
feel 
no 
less 
like 
a 
Gulliver 
on 
his 
travels
yet 
to 
rehabilitate 
from 
homesickness 
might 
take 
a 
lifetime
For now, I can merely 
sing of motherland's 
marvels
and wait soberly for fate 
and destiny's chime.

But an underlying truth 
here: I feel alienated 
everywhere
as if I hailed from No-
man's-land
They think I neither 
blend with the Indian 
nor 
the african
but hope they respect 
my very individual brand.

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Secrets

SECRETS

Breaking shackles of restraint
Is love the lost key?
Heart opened?

FADE TO GREY

I gave away tomorrow
So you have today?
This in lieu?

MECHANICAL RESPONSE

The clock on the wall ticks on
Yet my heart does not?
Sick of life?

Copyright 2014
Harry J Horsman 2014

For Dr Ram's Quinzaine contest.

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Outside My Window

(Quatorzain)

Outside my window          The earth shakes.
Loud roars of thunder crash as the lightening blinds my vision;
Nordic Gods warring in the darkened sky     outside my window.

Outside my window          The rain falls.
Raindrops form rivulets on the glass in the torment that rages;
Ever changing images through slow movie frames     outside my window.

Outside my window          The wind blows.
Limbs of trees create ghostly dances to the melody of the storm;
Star crossed lovers reach with leafy hands for longing embrace     outside my window.

Outside my window          The Flowers bloom.
Sweet Night Blooming Jasmine shivers in the cool damp air;
Beauty, fragility, strength     outside my window.

People in the distance meandering aimlessly through the night.
Life goes on          outside my window.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(Free Verse for Contest)

Outside my window          The earth shakes.
Loud roars of thunder crash as the lightening blinds my vision;
Nordic Gods warring in the darkened sky     outside my window.

Outside my window          The rain falls.
Raindrops form rivulets on the glass in the torment that rages;
Ever changing images through slow movie frames     outside my window.

Outside my window          The wind blows.
Limbs of trees create ghostly dances to the melody of the storm;
Star crossed lovers reach with leafy hands for longing embrace     outside my window.

Outside my window          The Flowers bloom.
Sweet Night Blooming Jasmine shivers in the cool damp air as people hurry by;
Beauty, fragility, strength.     Life goes on     outside my window.



09/27/15
James Inman

OUTSIDE MY WINDOW : NEW POETS ONLY CONTEST-1st Place
Bev Smith
10/8/2015

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HORSES ARE HEROES

I've always admired 
horses
and I guess I most surely 
always will
No legend without em' 
complete
The unsung heroes of 
any heroic battle

Pony, colt, filly or mare
ride it bareback if you 
dare

Ride them to a trot, ride 
them to a canter
your beast of burden yet 
be fair with the 
horsewhip
Dön't think it cannot 
throw you off
just coz' your feet are 
secured in the stirrup

A horse is so handsome, 
graceful and royal
Know you've harnessed 
a stately, princely animal
Tis surely a conveyance 
both regal and loyal
Hooves and horseshoes 
have trodden paths since 
times immemorial.

Whether twas the 
magnificent Moghuls or 
the mighty maharajas
tis horses who added to 
their pomp and glamour
The knights, squires and 
musketeers
all needed horses too for 
any show of valour

I ardently admire the 
noble appearance
of the silky maned 
Arabian horse of 
elegance
Described as a  powerful 
white beauty with 
flowing manes and tails
To me a horse with 
dashing, equine charisma
altogether of admirable 
build and countenance

On these majestic yet 
stalwart stallions
depended the victory 
feats of most battalions
No victory or history 
without horseback 
power
The horse is indeed the 
heroic champ of 
champions

As for food feed it 
fodder
Hallowed be the stables
for this fauna of the 
fables
But be not harsh with 
the halter

Stroke its mane or its 
muzzle
The rider seated in its 
saddle

And the rider goes a' 
walloping
as the gelding goes a' 
galloping.

Ah and there goes a 
jockey in his jodhpurs
racing in a livery of 
racing spurs

Thus a more flattering 
sporting exercise is the 
equestrian
esp if compared to the 
jogging pedestrian

And then to have a look 
at horsey hues
coats in shades of 
mustard, magenta and 
maroon

Feel that velvet touch of 
nature's velveteen
Tis universally admired, 
that glossy brown sheen

The bridle and the reins 
on this regal being seem 
quite ironic and unfit to 
me
But it is indeed quite a 
task to tame
that wild mustang hued 
in deep mahogany

Famous heroic horses 
that've ridden into the 
present
from the anals of history
and I'll mention those 
well-known to me
They're Al-Boraq, the 
Zuljanah, the wooden 
Trojan horse and the 
Xanthus
Some real remarkable 
horses, others more 
legendary
They do deserve such 
fabled epic and fuss

Horses are heroes no one 
can deny
and while horsecarts 
mightn't have units of 
horsepower
but a foal shall grow into 
a steed as time goes by
when it shall welcome on 
its back the rider

Hearken em' horses 
neigh, whinny snort or 
nicker
Have been mounted both 
by villains and hero riders

There riding on smooth 
sandy dunes or even 
coarse gorse
Clip clop go the hooves 
of the heroic horse.

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Unicorn Island

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Noah gathered the animals two of a kind,
But neglected the unicorn- it does not exist;
Except in legend and on a magical island,
And to go there- I just need to close my eyes.

Oh, it is a wild untamed emerald island,
Its shores caressed by whispering waves;
And within the thick forest dwells a unicorn,
A white horse with a large magical horn.

On this fantasy island he runs wild and free,
And in my wandering dreams, I visit him;
He is fierce- with great strength and beauty,
But for me he lays aside all fear and comes.

I speak softly, stroking his mane with love,
And all the night we ride under the moon.

_____________________________
June 7, 2016


Quatorzain


For the contest, Island of Fantasy
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron

Ninth Place

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EFFUSED ENCOUNTER

Neither a dream nor a trick, I beguiled--
I reach the sky enameled with golden smile.
To hurdle bumps and curves, I continue to pedal
this steadfast being yearn to step on a pedestal,
I found at the center of a fertile square mile.

Train piercing thorns didn't blind eyes to behold,
a sunrise stored to each and every intricate fold.
Some jasmine fragrance afloat-- satiates my smell
lost hope resurrect to impregnate a lifetime tale
as fragile attached hearts trying to enfold,

The autumn trumpet hues a runner-up palette
to your summer vibrant colors ballet,
eyes wander feast on your swells of panache.
My fingers drown to trace river edges bends, posh--
enthralled, above moon bowed shedding candle sprays.

Open secret scents, you effused stirred plague of souls,
the tempted sirens in one sang a victor goal.
The listening wind hush and blows the beats
swaying leaves to dance in left to right fleet.
Catalyzed by the sun rising daily at morn call,

I am inspired to traverse every norms' womb.
By your petals slow zoom, I find myself in chorus bloom.
Rooms of my mind open to hundred ocean thoughts
which soon aims to recite it's symphonic notes,
I... compelled to nectar strings of burst abloom.

Goodness! War and peace didn't wilt our affair
eversince Zion answered every whispered prayer.
My experiences with you are pearls, dearest flower,
consent me then to carry and share them 'til forever,
as here on garden earth, I meet you as my soul pair.

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No cross. No trial. Not even a dark storm will stop me
to climb the highest mountain if there-- a sublime beauty
awaits for me.From tattered highways to plain narrow roads,
I will stroll alike-- a fearless lion roaring regal
With sunbeams glowing ember above my head, I behold

an Aphrodite dwelling beneath a labyrinth fold.
Perfumed fragrance rides the swaying breeze-- luring my hunger
to taste some love. I, like the Aurora, rise in wonder.
Oh! This sojourner's sight is arrested to your splendor.
In a blue skied ambiance, will you care to surrender?

The autumn leaves are like free-falling birds from maple-trees
pretty,but a runner-up to summery hues you play.
Big brown eyes meander feast on your petals of panache--
my fingers slowly prom to outline your edges. I, charmed,
as even the mystique moon curves, casting some dim light sprays. . .

Hours passed yonder am held captive by the spell from you Belle.
so enthused, the reflections, I have zoom as I dispel
castle dreams that draws a happily ever after tales.
The apex now I reached - a diva I am as I sing
rhapsodizing sweet the Nirvana I happened to see.

I thank God that the world wars didn't bobble this encounter
True... the years may ebb but this I will always remember.
Dearest flower, my experience with you is priceless,
consent me then to apportion this until forever
in this Eden Earth that only you~ Belle is my soul pair.
________________________________________________________________
Sponsor Roy Jerden
Contest Name The Makeover
---Placed 2nd---

©O.E. Guillermo
7:28 pm; March 11, 2015

*** Note: the original in the form of quintella the new one in iambic heptameter or quatorzain.

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A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH

A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH

The silky pearly-white soft skin, beneath her comb's dark beams
and her intriguing olive eyes' attentive, thoughtful gaze,
behind the night's befalling veil, with elegance supreme,
like mystic crypts enchant the men and cause infernal blaze.

Involuntarily transmits her messages across
a forest nymph expands her spell beneath the moonlight's phase,
beguiles the thoughts; romantic dream her cherry lips of gloss
the nightly creatures stuns and laws of reason disobeys.

Untamed, a diamond in the rough, the nymph in darkness shines
without a partner to escort her dance beneath the sky,
denies to coexist with men, proposals she declines,
and so belongs to breezy streams, that lift her image high.

© Olive Eloisa Guillermo, 08-20-2014, All Rights Reserved
(Quatorzain or Iambic heptameter

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T U R P I T U D E



T U R P I T U D E



On and on, slash! My sweetest agony thrilled to tease, SLASH!

Puff, PUFF! Cooking my skin into tender purple dots, fast

as pies of flesh fever, shrills and tearing in spiral rush. . .

Weary sounds ebb-- we dip deep  resting hush o'er chained lusts.
______________________________________________________________________
++Sponsor Name: Broken Wings++
++Contest Name: Four Lines++
~~9th Place~~


~Olive Eloisa Guillermo~
11:32 am, September 21, 2015

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Colours of Rainbow

Colours of rainbow

Clouds when veil the mighty sun,
Morning seems so dull and wet,
Rainy day can be much fun,
Joy that tiny drops beget,

Colourful umbs run on roads,
Footpath forgets carefree walk,
Evening croak of frogs and toads,
Resting calm of a skylark!

Scent of water freshens life,
Enjoying work isn't child's play,
Woe bygone and so is strife,
As if joys will ever stay!

Rainbow colours bring sunshine,
Vibrancy touches each mind!



Iambic heptameter
Written September 28th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Joined soup on May 16th, 2013
For contest 'Structured forms- Iambic verse II' by Giorgio A V

Now entered for " Million dollar poem #1- a PD contest " for contest by SKAT A
Awarded 4th place win

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Wanderings of Soul

Wanderings of soul



Couldn't see the colour of the sky,
Nor the birds, their flight so high,
The greens were lost in twilight,
Didn't you see tears in my eyes ?

My stray soul that still wanders,
Passion swamps mind that ponders,
Parallel walk yet no greet,
Will the two banks ever meet ?

Vibrant dreams await fulfil,
Desires in heart deep instil,
Quell pain of eternity,
Do I live infinity ?

Till wrinkles on skin appear,
Emotions to mind will steer,
Till rainbow in sky will fade,
Can I beat my weary jade ?

Wanderings of soul will end,
Love if you could just pretend,
Your lie would be worth a price,
Can't you see tears in my eyes ?







Written December 7th, 2014
Iambic heptameter 
For contest 'Iambic verse' by Giorgio A.V.

Now for PD's contest "Best poem of 2014 contest"
Awarded 10th place

Now entered for "Your best old poem contest" by Judy Konos
Awarded 1st place win

Entered for "Best love poem #4" poetry contest by SKAT A
Awarded 9th place win

Now entered for "Favourite" poetry contest by Casarah

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Echoes of The Heart

Brows  from the west wind, clinch and glint abreast.
Bracelet she wears,rocks rhythm to country's souls.
Her coloured oval Lips subtle the thought
That she braises when it comes to domestics.

Her subdue touch and crutch are her good sorts.
Echoes of the heart, the chance that chest should date
With no vowel vague; and apprehensive to many.
Lo and behold certified and satisfactory core.

When we she built up beauty with peace
Our hearts long for day by day to feel and see?
Despite giant writes and intact punchy speeches,
Yet her dumb and deaf jokers move no inch.
When will her peaceful procreations procreate peace?
When will are heterogeneous veins vaunt brotherhood?
When will her crowns suffice  apartheid recurrences?
Or peace will dwell after the extinct of all her utterances?
~A.O~

Entered into: Gail Angel 
Doyle's "Echoes of The Heart" Contest.

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A song of songs

on the verge of love,
mutual discovery unveiled
in their secret world;
lips to lips ,sealed,
hearts in passion pound
ardour's whispers sound;
need unchains desire,
pleasure's fever fans a fire,
each flame thrusting higher;
in duet's crescendo choir
realisation exceeds hope,
promise, with trust elope;

enchantment metamorphose
as love,sublime,grows 

Note:
a quatorzain is a stanza or poem of fourteen lines

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THE WRONG PERCEPTION

Sex is not love as assumed...
so what's it's purpose?
To multiply?

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Top Gun

 quatrozain 

The year is nineteen hundred eighty-six,
the biggest action, music, plots play through.
Behold the crowds are raving, buying ticks!
Top Gun, the movie’s here and overdue.

While brave Tom Cruise, the hero, rims the sky,
it’s really only stuntmen on those planes.
And to be sure, a romance follows nigh -
the female fans expect that love will reign.

Parental guidance warns some shoddy talk,
which gives the picture young adult appeal.
The sexy scenes are clean as new white chalk;
a final song provides nostalgic feel.

The mix for Top Gun 2, as yet unknown -
they must incorporate a role for drones.


Reason A. Poteet
09 Oct 2014
 iambic pentameter  for Giorgio's Contest III

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Look Beyond Yourself


I recall long ago seeing a picture of a soldier holding a child,
A small child of war and that image still breaks my heart;
Why can the wars around the world just stop and peace come,
And in every part of this world peaceful discussions prevail.

Oh, if all humans could just live in harmony and stop the wars,
This is what the world needs for you and me and everyone;
Peace is beautiful but it cannot be forced, it must be a choice,
The soldiers of war come home broken people unable to forget.

In my country of Canada our new Prime Minister has promised,
He will bring twenty-five thousand refugees in by  year end;
Some say that is impossible but I pray that it does come true,
We cannot save all the victims of war but each one is a miracle.

I am just a girl with no power to change anything in reality,
But I have a voice and I say, make peace not war for the world.

_____________________________
October 25, 2015

Quatorzain

For the contest, Promote Peace Not War, sponsor, Silent One

Third Place

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A Requiem verse

nothing moves,
silence!
echos of voices,past
awake!
faces appear,then
depart!
a tear trickles,
slowly!
the music plays,
faintly!
emotion erupts,
again!

regret whispers,
in pain!

Note:
a quatorzain is a stanza or poem of fourteen lines

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Love You So Much

 
Is there something you want to tell me my love?
Because I have some things I need to say to you.
I thought we had forever that we would grow old,
Together, and be looking back on a wonderful life.

I am so angry with you and I want to yell at you.
Why did you not listen to me that cold snowy day?
But no, you just laughed at me and left in a storm,
I was still sleeping and the telephone was ringing.

Ringing and ringing and ringing then I answered.
Now I stand at your tomb and all we had is gone.
Your handsome face will haunt my every moment,
And I want you to tell me why you left that day.

Why did you choose to throw our life together away?
I am so angry with you and I love you so much.

___________________________
June 28, 2015


Quatorzain

Written by Broken Wings


For the contest, Is There Something You Want To Tell Me, sponsor, Judy Konos

First Place

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DISGUISING GENDER

They dislike their manliness and hide their
gender under women's flashy clothes...  
who are they?

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Contemplation

Today is a contemplative day.
Not a day of joy but of thought.
A wrestling of sorts within.
I hope to find some clarity.

What lies have I told to myself?
What have I chosen to believe?
Can there be escape from myself?
I hope that the answer is yes.

So I sit thinking of my days
Into which cup I'm pouring life
Is there time to hold something back
Or have the sands blown away

All the answers I thought I knew
Now they seem like a cosmic joke
Still there's a difference I can make
All I need is courage to change

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Origional quote

Life in the fast lane ends up with you being the lead car,
in a slow moving funeral procession. 
J. K. Chenevert 1995

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Concept


Simplicity of concept
Beautiful and enough
And truth
Is true beauty and enough

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The All-Clear

Perhaps, I might be blind at anytime,
The present, I know, I'd beaten the time.
Though then, I was down in the dumps
Now, I cocks an ear and eye at the pumps.
Now, I'm not living in cloud cuckoo land,
I behold facts in what is my hand.
Power shouldn't hold onto word-smith,
But should be based on the worldly-wise,
With the think-thank aides and not filth.
That 'll keep cries in check for the rise.
If you can't beat them, convince them
And not to turn your back like Satan.
Set the pace for those at the helm
And don't keep back plans as though isn't your clan.