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Caroline Bailey Poem
Make a play on stupidity
easily recognizable morbidity
call out and try to plead
beg and/or suffer and/or please
Let me be, or whatever it
may be, let them be
in blindness there's
hearing, but if they
fail to listen and to see
let them be, or whatever
it may be
Make a play on vulnerability
easily recognizable morbidity
call out a forewarning
shake and/or bow
a head in mourning
Let them be, or whatever they
may be, let them be
in blindness there's
hearing, but if they
fail to listen and to see
let them be, or whatever
it may be
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Caroline Bailey Poem
Searching for spirits untold
Held captive by something so bold
Begging to please, to be set free
To take away the grips
That were once pretty
Seeing the world
in black and white
Living in a slum of grey
But the spirits take her
from day to day
Something religious and something evil
Can fool the mind
To find it gleeful
Insanity perches on its brink
The world ending in a song of drink
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I made a mistake
And opened that door again
The secret hidden one
Where the demons are kept in
I tugged at the strings
In the delicately woven
Sanity of carpet
I fell into the bones
Of the skeletons in the closet
Memories were there
I thought not forgotten but erased
There played before me
The hallucagenic drama of your face
Screams echoed forth
While your body turned to waste
And I was damned myself
For coming to this place
Demons I ask, I beg and I plead
To leave this old haunt
You’ve found inside me
Take your remains
And leave the inside clean
Then please do remove
The sign marked, “Memories”
I need a new life
To find a new way
Yet it’s hard to stay focused
With monsters at bay
And though I hide them
In style with grace
I have damned myself
For having this place
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Caroline Bailey Poem
Tell me
why
I have to weave
A rainbow of dreams
To keep you happy
When,
for once, you should be happy
With
the tangle of life
But,
everyone gets caught up
In their own spider webs
And,
remember, you can’t grow
to your full potential in a cocoon
Now
Sew your own quilt of happiness
To keep out the cold
So
When you have that finished
We may share it together
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Caroline Bailey Poem
How do you put a star in the sky?
Why is it that some angels can't fly
When do you ressurect the dead
who listens to what the mute have said
Bring down a light to shine on everything
Fly over all the clouds into the dreams
wake up from the darkness and sleep
all is in the world, now just speak
There's only hope where there are dreams
there's some of you in everything
I can see, I can see you there
There's only life where there is love
and one hand can't hold you up
but you can keep on going
if you'll only keep on going
there's a better day ahead
Glue some glitter to make a star
it can only add sparkle to your wings
Breathe in, count to ten
then lift your voice to sing
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Caroline Bailey Poem
Indeed my hands are tied
in the semblance of a ring
and then what once
I thought I knew
now I only think
Around again, perfect circle
the words to which we speak
make manic paths
around the 'round
'til then and only think
The eyes don't lie
but, some are blind
to what they want to see
So, see the mirror, reflected tears
that fall, but not too deep
So walk away,
to then come back
only the stranger of you
lost in thought
I can only think
of what I once knew
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Caroline Bailey Poem
Disputed
Remain among the living
Feed glory to the wispy trails
Of fresh salted tears
Though not to exaltation
To put on a pedestal
Lift on high
The very virtue of kindness
That greys even the brightest of souls
Give up, trudge on
Either way is the forked road
Greeting fate’s traveler as all
As all indeed are cursed to sin
And lie we may
Among harlots to the world
According to God’s say
Selling ourselves short
Faulted kingdoms to heaven
Dictatorship to he who sits
With soft hands as in home
The same be of spirit
Of sane mind, by will
Yet wicked of functional force
Gales of extinction inevitably
Cleansing the retardation
of over spun growth
until most truly all may
Remain among the living
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Caroline Bailey Poem
I go back through the pages
and visit myself
as a distant reminder
of all I left
Behind - once was
The pages hold letters
for sweethearts long gone
Recorded game winners
and the forgotten one-hit song
Yet, there are no words
to express for the future
So, I rely on memories
to hold together - my suture
With each day come and past
I pledge my promise to paper
then delve into the sheaves
when the sense of self starts to taper
When memory shades dull by time
the words are left there to remind
the marking of life good and bad
the scroll of what once was had
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Caroline Bailey Poem
Screams
in my mind
I'm screaming inside
Yet, none must hear
for fear
of being taken
I've awakened
those haunts
that possessed dreams
It seems
all I need
is just to cry
and silently
I roil inside
from pride
must not
be taken down
I'll drown
from frustration
or over-compensation
of the weaknesses
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Everyday I find, our lives blessed
Laced in lust, and bound in trust
Adorned with friendship,
A comfortable silence and fit
Wrapped in a world, all our own
With the darkest cover, never alone
Memories made with a perfect stitch
Sewn with colours so vibrant, so rich
Fulfilling our destiny, woven for life
Tied with the knot of love, man and wife
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