Fear Grook Poems

Wear your odd socks with pride,
No need for them to, in your gumboots hide,
Of funny looks, I don't give a darn,
As I can spin a...

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Thanks a lot cat,
For waking me up in the middle of the night,
For cat food to find by torchlight,
So, someone in the house can sleep...

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Full is the quiver when sharp is the spear
Be downcast in slivers, take a huge slice of cheer
Starve a harsh tongue; it withers the ear
Mourn...

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Flower pots will be cracking                    ...

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An apple a day keeps the doctor away;
But hugs are the best for your heart.
They say all is fair in love and in war,
But fair...

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Love and Evil

Ying and Yang
Good cop, bad cop
Day and Night
Wrong and Right

One to lift you up
One to tear you down

Love and Evil
Evil love
Love of Evil

Can...

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'When the going gets tough
the tough get going'
Why don't they stay?
They must be afraid...
To safe spaces they head out
where they sulk and they pout
They can't...

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Let's see. It's someone who
on a successful day,
frets over a second of failure or two.
A pessimist, others may say. 



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Date: 20 / 01 / 2017...

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Men don’t cry
not in pain
not in rain

Men are strong
they hold on
they have brawn

Just one time
a man tear
a love fear...

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There on the golden street
All the saints will meet
Where all tears will be wiped away
With lives never to be in disarray
One person will call another...

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To Him
our deepest
thoughts
are like
diamonds
glistening.
To question
is not to doubt.
It just means
we're
listening.



NOTE: I was inspired by Paul Callus's and Eileen Manassian's comment, on my poem, The Stars...

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For the first time 
since the end of Summer, 
Mr. Nobody wears his socks to bed, 
a sad admission that 
things were going to get...

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OLD AGE

When nepenthe dims the years
One seeks tender memories

More and more out-of-body –
Sweet absent hours without fear –

Prized moments come one-by-one,	
Settle as in waking dreams,

And...

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She told me never to send her flowers
For they are pesky things just waiting to die
I told her never to ask me how she looked
In...

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The fear of the past
is all but in the mind.
It's the turning of tomorrows blank pages,
once turned, what will we find?




*~* Inspired by Deb Radke's...

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