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    SUPERMARKET WOES

    So would they panic buy

    again?

    'Twas not a case of it but

    when

    It started early yesterday

    When toilet roll just rolled

    away.

     

    Then tinned tomatoes all

    ran low,

    I drew a blank in Tesco,

    so

    I turned to Waitrose in a

    huff

    But they were low on other

    stuff.

     

    For tins and bread I didn't

    look far

    I did not need to go to the

    Spar.

    And women fought like

    seasoned mobsters

    Over two remaining lobsters.

     

    They'd put a limit on quails'

    eggs,

    Leaving me with just the

    dregs.

    Aldi was a different story,

    Got some goodies, felt

    the glory,

     

    But there I saw a pair of

    fools

    Stocking up on paddling

    pools.

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    Fairy in a white apron


      
        
      


    You used to be a fairy in a white apron: charming and strong - you extended your arms of hope over the sufferers and victims, and you flew barefoot even in cold crypt shops: on the cornerstones of patinated universities! Oh, my angel! You remember? Your tiny soul trembled like a lily petal swallowed by a thorn, and your ever-increasing and faster pace hammered your immortal heart pounding

    a chirping, caressing word, “Honey! Honey!" "During the day, the consuming fire flared in your eyes, and when the dream drifted on your blessed head to promote your harmony," you stretched out your graceful, reed-slender limbs like a cat when it rubs and purrs to win your wish!

    Your laughter was an ambrotic universe to me. You have faithfully and faithfully restrained your uncontrolled Pegasus, and you have sat on the bareback - the majestic Artemis body of Amazon. I listen...

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    Sometimes

    Sometimes our best will be the best,

    All the love we give will be reciprocated.

    Sometimes  our accomplishments will be acknowledged,

    Justice will be served.

    Sometimes butterflies will come back,

    Peace will reign our thoughts.

    Sometimes friends will stay a while longer and become family,

    Our hearts will know joy.

    Sometimes our efforts will bear fruit,

    Our hugs will be returned.

    Sometimes we will love what we do

    And get paid for it.

    Sometimes healing will happen 

    And closure will come.

     

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    Sometimes

    Sometimes our best will be the best,

    All the love we give will be reciprocated.

    Sometimes  our accomplishments will be acknowledged,

    Justice will be served.

    Sometimes butterflies will come back,

    Peace will reign our thoughts.

    Sometimes friends will stay a while longer and become family,

    Our hearts will know joy.

    Sometimes our efforts will bear fruit,

    Our hugs will be returned.

    Sometimes we will love what we do

    And get paid for it.

    Sometimes healing will happen 

    And closure will come.

     

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    FEELINGS

    I don't know what am i feeling???
    there is a tinge of smell of failure spiced up
    with a touch of envy!! and mixed emotions of
    sorrow and deep thought stirred inside me.
    But down somewhere, there is also a beacon of hope
    shining inside, which keeps me going at the steadiest speed,
    and if the light of the fire outshines the other feelings, Maybe i can win too..

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    Insight Out

     

     

    And the voice said, “You are only a dream of time, a stranger to yourself wandering through the seasons.”

     

    maybe you know what it is

    to lie snug in a sleeping bag

    on a clear autumn night

    gazing up between the branches

    to the stars

    suddenly sure

    that if you could reach out

    and touch one

    there’d be a tickle at your little toe

     

    perhaps too

    once at twilight

    you've flown

    your breath filled body

    low

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    Spinning

     

     

    The boy’s all spun up.  He shouldn’t be at the wheel.

     

    if these words be recognized

    by reason, wit or feel

    they’ll serve to set thread spinning

    ‘round fortune’s busy wheel

     

    what fabric might be shed

    remains the weaver’s fancy

    some subtle work that’s spun from silk

    or winter’s wool for Clancy

     

    ah, but looks the thing

    what makes the fit

    and minds that match

    the rest of it

     

    so set the loom its magic...

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    To Find Each Other’s Way

     

     

    "Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re born."                       F. Scott Fitzgerald

     

    though every stranger bares a face

    yours is oddly known to me

    a tingle of some time and place

    I’m sure could never be

     

    yet from the middle of my marrow

    such feral drawing comes

    with a rhythm sparse and shallow

    that through the aether runs

     

    an aged verse so vaguely heard

    near the edges of the mist

    last echo of a desper...

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    On Lurid Lady Raven Hair

     

     

    To a maiden smug and gloating on her many suitors. Me thinks her head must be near to burst!

     

    prithee look whereon The Queen doth pick

    her pricks from off the rose’s stem

    by count some four or five of them

    and all like horns of little beasties trained

    to nuzzle at her finger’s grace

    that she might for her pleasure

    pluck them from their place

    and make of each a treasure

     

    kept forever in the bloom

     

    tell her then warm whispered breath of spring

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    Pain

    I lay in bed, 

    Wondering when was the last time I felt joy, 

    Happiness I could remember, 

    Happiness can be bought, 

    Joy can't, 

    What happens when the pain is all you know, 

    What happens when you normalize it, 

    What happens when this is the new normal and joy is nothing but a mere memory? 

    It's a feeling I know all too well

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