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Carla Jones Poem
You must decide,
Or by Kronos you must abide.
Hail the titan of time,
No, I must draw the line.
So I say he is evil,
Worse than the devil.
Leader of the titan's,
You really need to enlighten.
Holds the power of the scythe,
He thinks he can get a wife.
Can freeze time full stop,
Tie mortals in a knot.
Putting people in human chain,
Gobbles them down like a game.
Possess the body,
Possess the mind.
As Kronos walks through time,
Beware the titan of titan's,
And them of time.
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a heart made out of everlasting ice.
fiercely ferocious claws scratch and scrape at his iron like scales.
a streaming battle cry from behind him.
soldiers fleeing as soon as they meet his gaze.
one stayed.
he swung his sword mightily .
but with one swipe from the slippery tongue of the dragon.
was enough to send him flying.
his glare looked as if the ice dragon was on fire.
with all his might he thrust his dagger.
but it shattered harmlessly into millions of shards against the ice dragons back
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your eyes are like the sekashin sea,
why wont you stand by side with me.
your eyes are as pure as snow,
so why do you have to go.
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I know we fight.
but not in spite.
but deep,deep down.
it is like a golden gown.
we do love each other.
not like any other.
all sisters have bad sides.
it is most definitely a bumpy ride.
but as I said you are my big sister.
and I am a right little devil.
you try to fool me like saying there is a ghost.
but when it matters most.
when bullies are picking on me.
you are there with the key.
to sort it all out.
that is without a doubt.
we do love each other.
but most the time it does not show.
and we are fighting like any other.
sisters will never change.
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the stamp of hooves,
why doesn't he move.
this is it,
it all comes to this.
the epocaliptic fight,
is here at midnight.
why doesn't he fire,
isn't this his desire.
will we survive,
this is being written live.
kronos rises.
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you may be gone.
but not for long.
we will join you soon.
you are just over the dunes
I have something to say.
last time we came to see you during the day.
the reason we left so fast.
just in case you asked.
was because he was there.
we left so fast we disappeared into thin air.
we didn't get to talk.
your white hair was like chalk.
we thought we had more time.
I did mime. sorry
and that was it.
the last time we saw you.
I wish I could talk to you once more.
and now your gone.
a year ago.
your funeral on my sisters birthday.
im sorry we didn't come to the funeral.
you know why and I know that you understand.
that is what makes you so grand.
in your final stand.
now I can say.
I love you and I am sorry you are gone.
in memory of Jean Jones who passed away 1st September 2012.
who will be sorely missed.
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You make my heart pound,
I just want around you to coil.
Around and round,
You make my heart pound.
The people you like,
You take it in strife.
You are not careful,
or wareful.
But yet you are liked,
And you act as if you realised.
Somebody else is out there.
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the gentle tap of dainty fairy feet
as they dance the night away.
see the last flicker of their wings
as their feet disappear into the midnight air.
hear them tap their shoes.
see them go into orbit and land at twilight.
hear their little whispers and cries for help
as a goblin snatches them away.
and all that's left is a pair of fairy shoes.
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Glowing dimly in the dark,
See tiny specks from afar.
Blowing around on the breeze,
Can bring people to their knees,
Destroy people's desires.
Because we are the embers of a molten fire,
The most deadly part of all.
We are the embers.
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After the earthquake
My daughter is trapped,
Maybe she could be free if I clapped.
I see her hands,
But I don’t hear her demands.
I cry out in pain,
I run to the place which was once our domain.
Her one eye is gone,
She is the only one, all night long.
I reach her, her chest barely moving,
I don’t realise we are dying.
I pick her up, suddenly her heart stops and so does mine,
Then we both fall down and die……
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