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Those tears that never came
When her heart was burnt by a lover's flame
Those tears that never flowed
When off into the sunset her lover rode
Those tears that weren't released
When he was devoured by the jealous beast
Those tears never went away
All her tears arrived today
The anger that she never felt
At the unfair hand that she was dealt
The anger that never grew
When off the handle her father flew
The anger that never festered
When everyone always seemed to best her
That anger never went away
All her anger arrived today
The pain that she ignored
Every time that she was floored
The pain that made her numb
Inflicted by every one
The pain that she suppressed
On the wounds that were left undressed
That pain never went away
All her pain arrived today
That bottle of pills empty today
Was full of pills just yesterday
No more prayers could she come to pray
As the tears, anger and pain all slipped away
Silently love creeps into place
casting fast shadows in the hall
that if ignored, extend their sprawl.
Cupid twirls to ambush our space.
When our quit-dreams sit unprepared,
then love commands its stand declared.
With naught to influence love’s grace,
it does seem we will never learn,
thus, love blocks our wish to discern.
Love will not move at our dreamed pace.
It stays us baffled and confused.
Our heart issues keep love amused.
Love flies high when two find embrace
so, love repeats its own story
to mesh within heights of glory.
Soft as love’s own silky, stitched lace
are thankful, joined hearts for love’s prize
as time customized to surprise.
Silently love creeps into place
cupid twirls to ambush our space.
With naught to influence love’s grace,
love will not move at our dreamed pace.
Love flies high when two find embrace
soft as love’s own silky, stitched lace.
Like Hollywood movies filled with romance and suspense; arresting and captivating
The forbidden ignored; driven, we do it anyway; morality set aside
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The voices of the poor and or poverty ridden cry out from the lopsided political swamps for help or some kind of meagre assistance.
Drowning in the quagmire of neglect from the rich 1percent.
Totally ignored. The Rich are either delibertaley ignorant of their plight
Or they just don't care.
The Rich force them to take so called vaccines which poison them
and make them sick. And kill them. In order to keep a job, or to travel.
Experimental gene therapy.
Now surely that must be what they mean by draining the swamp.
Again the rich keep on abandonning them in every which way.
So the remain downtrodden, oppressed and victimised.
Crying out and bleeding in vain. In a mire of Pain.
Unnoticed tears keep running down their weary faces.
The beat goes on, no concern for the voices from the samps of Poverty.
Penury, Destitution, Indigence, deprivation, Depravity, want, need, hardship,
repeating Deaths, fast funerals, fast and furious and often.
Pandemic, Plandemic.
Bare, Mere sufferers like the straving dying children of Gaza.
They treat us worse even than animals.
Sometimes the innocent just have to pay.
It's A part of Life---A part of death,
Nobody hears, nobody listens. Cries fall on deaf ears.
My Message to the guilty---the transgressors, Try to do something quick
To alleviate or mitigate the cries, tears and crosses from the swamp
Which go unherad or unheeded but abandonned.
There is only a deafening Silence.
Advantage never dies. It always prevail.
It's always the same. Itv always goes the same way.
They never seem to care.
Fort Pueblo 1854, retaliation swift, no one was toying.
We rebels thought the British Empire annoying
Nonchalant agents ignored the plan with noncaring eyes.
It is a misnomer that the Europeans are the good guys.
We were the bad guys during the Indian Wars, totally unfair.
Giving smallpox laden blankets to the natives without care.
Making our friends our enemies, a move that was dire.
Making us less than people, a mean kind of fire.
In retaliation for the small pox deaths, White Earth led a raid.
He brought Apache and Utes in, to slay as if it were a parade.
They came to many a dwelling, and killed quite a few.
Dire displace of a woman and her sons, count of two.
The unbelievable did happen
Much to everyone's dismay
Dragons, Dragonflies and Huffle-Winks
Lost to Republicans Election Day
They blamed it on Russians
Faked reports of collusion
Spent huge amounts of money
Nothing came of their delusionmo
Officially elected
To fix what was a mess
Republicans got busy
And ignored all the rest
Vast historical changes
Less welfare in years
Countries praising the USA
Music to Trump's ears
Deep-stated shananigans
Started coming back to haunt
They had accused Republicans
Of their own criminal jaunts
It was evident to all
Huffle-Winks, Dragons and Dragonflies
That Republicans were still winning
Despite innuendos and lies
The moral of this story...
Exactly what you would think
Dragons, Dragonflies and Huffle-Winks
Are becoming extinct
May 17, 2018
Dragon, Dragonflies, Huffle-Winks Contest bu Carin Krutsinger
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You promised to stay with me,
You promised to help me see,
I thought you were the lucky one,
But look what you have done,
You ripped my heart apart,
Looking at someone else,
You never seemed to pay attention to me,
Especially when she was around,
I tried to get your attention,
But you ignored me,
No matter how hard I tried,
I couldn't get you to see,
That life doesn't last forever,
Going home late one night,
Not caring if you were there,
Going into the bathroom,
Reaching for the medicine,
Hands shaking violently,
I'm Crying silently,
I put the bottle to my lips,
Tilted it up,
I felt myself slip away,
The ambulance was coming,
You were hoping it wasn't to late,
Facing the light,
I walked towards it,
To late... You lost me,
You were selfish and never thought,
Of how much happiness you brought,
To me you were my world,
Even if you ignored me,
I still felt happy to have you next to me,
Just remember I am still with you,
Not in physical form,
But deep in your heart.
I am running the last mile in my life,
The age and tired feet have made my run to a limping walk,
still, I walk and walk to the beacon of hope,
Never let the pessimism take over the last straw of my hope.
Sometimes I fall, to get up and keep going again,
Sometimes tired I stand to watch the cycle of life revolve around
my eyes,
Sometimes I feel loved, sometimes I feel ignored,
Sometimes I feel the time has passed by me, still I see my soul's
destination in front of me.
In the journey of life my soul is searching for love and peace,
The feeling of love where I will lose the existence of mine,
The sense of peace and tranquility where I would not hear my
melancholy songs again,
I will walk miles looking for until I fall and can't get up again.
I meet so many souls on my way with troubled mind,
confused about the goals and destinations of their life,
Some say I am old, I don't want to live,
They will have to walk with me enjoying the virtues and glory of
their life.
It felt like summer
The birds were singing
Bees were buzzing
The roses were in full bloom
He lay dead
The aroma of freshly baked cakes filled the room
The steak knife had broken going through his chest
He would have a guarantee for that knife, she thought
Him being so efficient
She decided he should be in bed
But the blanket looked silly sitting on top of the knife
A nice hole in the blanket sorted that
Then she realised she could have just put him on his side
I could have put you on your side, darling
He didn’t answer
That was another one of her pet hates, being ignored
I suppose I’ll be making dinner then
You’ll be wanting your steak well done
A bit like yourself
Well done
It felt like summer
The birds were singing
Bees were buzzing
The roses were in full bloom
He lay six foot under them.
Simply present, doing nothing, we wait,
poised in the void, focus animated,
presence witnessing in-form nodes gyrate,
feeling joy that cannot be translated.
We would, if we could, share this magnetism,
which pulsates within each and every heart,
making luminous our mind-body prism,
ours for the asking, when God search we start.
Man was born free but now tied to mind’s tree,
light of the soul at our core is ignored,
so unless head and heart with love agree,
of no avail are goals ego has scored.
Rekindle within, threefold flame of Christ,
for which lower mind must be sacrificed.