Short Unstill Poems

Moons talk, 
Tarts believe in pride, 
But all falls; starts the lonely walk! 
All to test the banks' tide. 

When you're washed, yet, unstill 
Like pride of Barbados, 
Rippled by feet of unending March, 
Hope lingers for its shoot, off the soil. 

The weed today, a flower, in moons time, 
The abandoned konga, the beats- 
Of a runaway-mad child 
To the wise, anger heals.........
When you're washed!...

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Tis' tender heart
Crossroad betwixt
Each soul and body

And conscience thus
The traveler
Upon the road of live's journey

The forks in left or right
Veering off
Becomes the way of progression learning

Sun sets up ahead
Moon each day behind
And the world unstill, is forever spinning

As all are born and some again
The young grow quick
And in old live, unto our dying

Tis' tender heart
Crossroad betwixt
The Lord and my human being...

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