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poetry2071

A -Flash- Flood, in.-- A --- FLASH, ---OF--Danger can Occur


A *Flash,*Flood*in a *FLASH*of*Violent*DANGER
can, Flash, Overwhelmingly,*and*out*of*the*sunny*warm*and*BLUE*rush*flash*FLOOD*and*OCCUR

When, things they, seem, so, Normal, Loving, Relaxing, *BRIGHT*and*RIGHT

In, a Moment, of, Violent, Relentless, *FLASH*FLOODING*Freight*the, bright, relaxing, Light, turns into darkness and gloom*with,* Immanent*Danger*and*FREIGHT

In, our life, living, and*LOVE*we, are always standing by, to stand *BY

And our Foundation,*of*PEACE*LOVE*and*SERENITY*is*to*FAITHLY*SURRENDERINGLY*TRUSTINGLY*PRAY*COURAGEOUSLY*and*FORGIVINGLY*with*LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE*to, our*almighty*GREAT*LOVING*GOD*in*the*almighty*HEAVENLY*everloving*SKY

By John d JUNGERS

18th of FEBRUARY 2018

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anthony

Death of an Artist


The pen's dusty
It sits in the corner by a tattered paperback

He sits at the desk at a whim
But it's too late
The darkness has crept in

The blank pages are a mirror
They reflect a tombstone that reads
"Killed by Ambition"

The glass stays damp
It sits where the fire once burned in his gut

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mirrorofmysoul

For Yahoshua - My Final Prayer




For Yahoshua * My Final Prayer

If tonight brings my last breath,
where I am swept from life to death.

Guard my soul, as it takes flight,
and lead it to eternal light.

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allseasonsverse

Time Travel Forward and Back 3 ( Sun returns Tragedy Erased )


Running to his machine, he pushes full throttle.
Hours before the attack he stands in mountains to
Find the hidden enemy and places sleeping powder
In their drinking bottles.
Soon tucked away in undisturbed sleep. The Marauders
Slept as the Jasper crepted!

Taking the all weapons Back with him on his time Machine,
leaving them in without a single arrow.
He returns to his forest hiding place, canceling it all without
A trace! The tournament ends, a Celebration for Britannia
and friends. The best part of this tale, that the worse that
Could happed failed. Now Jasper exhailed!

In a place far from his time, family and home, he was able
To see tragedy prevention, with hope of goodwill extension.
The Marauders were pleasant after their sleep, and forgot
Their devious plan, and crossed the mountains to their home
Land. Jasper missed his home, but so relieved that all the people
Still Stand! In the time of Kingdoms so grand.

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tomallen

"Why?"


“Why?”

She lay on
her couch
splitting her
view
between a
dying fire
that is in
the far
corner
of her living
room
with one of
the very dreary
day
creeping along
outside her
window,
she has no
motivation
her day off
wasting it’s self
away
as she
struggles
to get
comfortable
on her little
island
in the center
of the room
surrounded by
a sea of
depression,
she went out
last night
with friends
had a few
moments
of real fun
that constant
pressure
that always
seems
to be pressing
against her
clouding her
head
making her
body
feel weak
even after a
full night’s
sleep
it dissipated
for a while
as her friends
and the night
freed her
mind
pushing away
the clouds
long enough
to string together
small blocks of
liberated time
enough of them
to call
last night
a success
but there
were
valleys of
quietness
where she
dropped
out of the
stream of
conversion
and fell silent
nobody really
noticing
as she hide
in their
laughter
but now
the rain has
flipped a
switch
left her feeling
alone
on her boat
made of cushions
trying to press
back
once more
against the
waves of
despair
that are
crashing
over her,
today
should have
been
a good day
and if you
ask her
she wouldn’t
be able to
tell you
why it wasn’t,
she pulls a
pillow
over her face
giving up the
fight
to move past
the depression
today,
trying now
just to hide
from the pain
it brings on
her
nothing bruised
or broken
on her outside
but her
inner self
is so scarred
and beaten
it sits
curled up
in a ball
looking up at
her
for help,
she shakes
her
head sadly
back at the
ball
of confused
emotions
mouthing
to it
the words
“I’m sorry”
unable to help
herself
not knowing
how
to understand
and dissect
everything
curled up
inside her,
she peeks
out
from underneath
the pillow
the fire
has gone
dead
the rain
still falling
outside
there will be
no sun
in her life
today
as she keeps
asking herself
the same
question
over
and over
again
“Why couldn’t
today,
have been
a good
day”…

Tom Allen…02*17*2018…



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sparkle

How Do You Know It´s Your Happy Ever After?


How Do You Know It’s Your Happy Ever After?

How do you know when to trust your heart? Life comes with no instructions from the very start!

Navigating your way through the complexities of life,
Moments filled with happiness, misery & strife!

How do you know when, what you feel is real?
Because emotions are so fluid.,
Questioning, if it’s the real deal!

How do you know that your feelings and the thoughts racing through your head, are not just connected superficially to the lyrics that they said!

How do you know when you have a deeper connection, and your souls are entwined as one?
When your heart beats in harmony and your loneliness is gone?

How do you know when to give all of yourself, and to become vulnerable?
You will know in the moment when your heart skips a beat, and your two rhythms becomes one!

You will know when their presence inflates your lungs, and they make you feel full of life!
You will know when the darkness is full of light, taking away your misery & strife!

You will know when you feel connected * mind, body & soul!
The hidden whispers of their mind,
Shared visions & goals!

You will know when you feel a sense of comfort, and belonging by their side!
You will know when everything they do fills your heart with pride!

The loneliness will be filled with love and warmth! Sadness filled with laughter!
Inspiring each other to fulfill your dreams and living happily ever after!

Written by © Wendy Roberts 18*02*2018, inspired by Julius Francis * all rights reserved


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smallsteps

Ode To A Windsor Councillor


There´s a Royal wedding in Windsor
And just to keep things neat
The town council are planning to
Clear the homeless from the street
For we can´t have Harry and Megan,
That´s His intended new wife,
Seeing those penurious peasants
As they start their married life.

Now I´m not and never have been
One of that type of craven Royalist
Though my service goes to prove
That I´m still at heart a Loyalist
And when it comes to Harry
I think he´s broken the mould
Not one of your detached Royals
That we used to breed of old,

And I can´t imagine what
Has been his reaction
To the town council and
Their unfeeling action.
Harry is a veteran
Served his time in Afghanistan
And compared to the others
Harry is a peoples´ man

So unlike those Windsor worthies
Who, instead of working for a better day,
Firmly close their eyes tight shut
To hide their social problems away.
So all you Windsor worthies
Get off your collective arses
And stop making this occasion
One of those sickly social farces.

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poet5170

IN SPIRIT




IN SPIRIT

He goes to her grave and weeps all alone
While reading the words etched on the headstone,
His loss is so great the pain hard to bear
His heart is full of nothing but despair.

He writes a few lines to tell of his love
For the girl who took his heart up above,
He sits on her grave to feel close to her
And whispers words which float on the air.

But they are not lost to the gentle breeze
There are things afoot which he never sees,
For her spirit is there right by his side
Trying to comfort and be his guide.

When he leaves her in her resting place
Tear stains evident upon his face,
She then returns to the great divide
Where she for eternity will reside.

copyright´2018 Elsie

Elsie`s Poetry ~*~ Poet5170
http://poetrypoem.com/poet5170



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