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When passion's flickering flame died,
its early demise brought sad cries.
And having no substance or weight,
it disappeared before your eyes.
Sequestered deep within your heart,
fear fuels anguish and despair.
And you realize that love is
unpredictable and unfair.
Reality trumps illusion
when scavenging remnants of hope.
But it doesn't make sense anymore,
sliding down a slippery slope.
Meant to last an eternity,
love is no longer in your heart.
And dreading possibilities,
your dreams begin to fall apart.
Wishes cut adrift in midstream
are shanghaied by lies and deceit.
And scuttled in a sea of tears,
washup on the shores of defeat.
(Quatrain)
6/19/2015
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Must get on with that poet-ry
while it’s still fresh in me mem-o-ry
where’s the paper, where’s the pen
must do a rough draft before I begin
oh, cuppa tea, cuppa tea, calling for me
What’s happening on facebook? Lemme see
…………must wash up after tea
trying to keep the place tidy you see
Lemme see if anything’s on facebook for me!
Cuppa coffee now, cos last time I had tea
me phone just went ping – who the hell bothering me?
……… lemme see, lemme see who’s texting me
Oh, what was I was about to do? oh me mem-o-ry!
always playing tricks on me!
Washup, check facebook, tea, coffee?
now it looks like the housework’s screaming to be done
better do some cos I’ve done none for ages,
oh whats that on the TV
That reality show is about to begin
I watch it every morn-ing
Let the fighting begin
Well, while I feel inspired I must do that poet-try
washup, check facebook, tea, coffee
What’s happening on facebook? Lemme see
easy peasy
you see
No procrastination for me!
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