A twisted lullaby, maybe?
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June poetry number eighteen. Came to me in my dream. A twisted lullaby.
A twisted lullaby, maybe?
Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted a adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy, I have loved you yesterday and today I love you more. She laughed at his words. She smiled and she told him. You American boys can whisper sweet words seeking kiss and a slow dance. But us London gals, we need more than words. We need evidence and great proof. You promise me a adventure and place of mystery. You can take my hand and I will walk with you to the city of wonder and madness. Do not try to steal a kiss till we can make me smile.
He told her. A Gypsy carnival in the valley. Known for food of wonder and sweets of…
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Dead men don’t weep no more,
stagnant life lead to deluded ending,
Pretty things can hide the hidden truth,
nothing gain-nothing lost.
We can ascend and we can fall,
the echoes of today and the echoes of yesterday are what we become,
we can be consumed or be condemned.
The old man logic is. Men will rise and men will fall, we will cry and we shall know laughter. Each of us will walk upon the floor of rice paper, believing we are invincible.
The folly of men is, death will call one day.
We will be the witness to life. Remembering old faces, old words and the good days. Life is lessons. Some lessons written deep and hard into our mind and heart.
I am sixty-two years old and I have learned.
Pay attention to your family and your friends. Lead with concern, kindness and love. The world…
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Lady of the lake
We loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, we loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered a sweet song to me.
“Do words matter?
What are we? Maybe we are just, here for a second, maybe we are just dancers upon the wind, waiting for a reason to be alive. Dear Poet, dance with me near the weeping willow tree, Lets, become like the free and wild dandelions, reaching for the sky, fearless and strong.”
I brought the Lady of the lake near and I whispered. Please Lady of the lake, love me today, love me tomorrow, love me forever, with you near. I want to live forever in your arms.
And so it's Thursday another week almost gone but not to wish time away I still live each day to its complete fulfilment for every day is precious And so for Thursday for here is no exception time once spent to never gain or recoup again so I spend it with wisdom treasuring experience And now for Thursday for if you are reading this and the hour is still early you have the freedom to do as I do with time and use it to gain wisdom
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Sedoka – traditional Japanese verse comprising six non-rhyming lines with a syllabic sequence of 577577
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We all feel pain
Laugh or cry
Are serious or joyful
Are fearful or courageous
Are strong or weak
Are normal citizens of the world
Skin color does not change laughter
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Who understands this
Nationality, skin color
Because we all live in the same boat…
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