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time-brewed
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wisdom

wait
listen

Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham

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“The Kraken” Alfred Lord Tennyson

WISDOM

Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber’d and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge sea-worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die

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INNOCENCE OF THE CHILD

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INNOCENCE OF THE CHILD

Laying down, first moments of life, the child smiles,

Magic to their eyes as the mobile turns round and round.

Everything that is seen full of wonder and the beginning dreams,

That ride in the stroller, a voyage beyond the yard world known.

Stories told from a colorful picture book, wow! is this all real,?

Butterflies of beauty float outside our window, fly butterfly.

Cartoons are not a fantasy, they are not pretend to the child,

A shiny coin, hidden treasure, a box of crackerjacks holds a prize.

Life is forever to the innocent child, never, never land is out there,

The innocence of a child lives a short span in a world of reality.

Keith Garrett

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My first encounter with Winter

V Ramasamy

652039-delhi-fog-1 Since winter is fast approaching in Delhi, it brought me back the memories of my first winter in Delhi. When I came to Delhi  I knew nothing about the season called ‘winter’ as I belong to South India, where the climate is hot, hotter and hottest. When everybody talk about winter, I thought that they are just exaggerating the things.

One morning in the first week of December, when I woke up at around 6 a.m,  I just pushed the window screen to get the outside view and also sun light as I usually do. The moment I pushed the screen, I saw a white wall. I could not believe my eyes. Even balcony of my flat was not visible.  I immediately rushed to the main door of my flat and opened the door. What a beauty ! The whole area covered with heavy fog  and wherever I look I could see only white, white everywhere. It looked as…

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The Forgotten

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The future will kiss

Our shadows as if it knew

The things that we had chosen

And all the things that we had forgotten,

It will stare back as if

We were a part of all to come

The things that we had seen

And everything that we had prophesied,

But we are the lost

The souls who burned on Hell’s cold fields

And left the lessons buried there,

The future will still close

It’s cold unempathetic eye

It’s vengeful ghost still chained against

The cliffs we fought so hard to tame,

The laughter rings like rain

Upon the boxes we built as defence

Which wall out the moments frozen

To stop them scratching out our eyes,

The future will still blow

It’s kisses downwind to hide its fear

And all the things that we had chosen

For we are the forgotten.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018

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Lawlessness ! / Poverty

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In third world countries,

Thieves sleep comfortable.

They have no worries ,

The Leaders protect them.

Politicians take bribes ,

And invest their money in the West.

Their constitutions do not help the poor.

They are mere inks on papers nothing else.

Inequality , injustice , poverty are ,

Dictators tools to enslave their people.

Nation of sheep breed wolves to rule.

Jalal Michael Sabbagh-http://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com

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silent love

The Lonely Author

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silent love

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My college sweetheart

Was a mute

With a warm heart

That always spoke to me

We held hands in the park

Stole kisses in the hallway

Made tender love

When my parents weren’t home

In her moments of sadness

She trembled in my arms

As she cried silent tears

That so badly needed to scream

She couldn’t whisper I love you

And by never saying it

My speechless lover taught me

Love is more than just a word

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Dedicated to the girl I dated in college.

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