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A Simple Question

  If the eradication of failure would mean that all could achieve success, When will control of the population be the question that some will address? When failure is no longer an option, and the weak have been removed, Will … Continue reading

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Love Can Leave A Heart With The Deepest Scar!

Love has no conscience. Love takes no blame. There is no heart that love cannot claim. Love trips! Love outwits! Love doesn’t choose a time and place One love another love can willfully displace! Love despises reason. Love can foster … Continue reading

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Love Is a Belief That Wants No Cure

If the mind was silent and all thoughts are stilled, Then the heart can listen and all dreams can be fulfilled. If the pain can be forgotten and all fears pushed aside, Then emotions can be trusted and the heart … Continue reading

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Christmas Cards

I never send my wife a Christmas card. I could say I believe them a rip-off in the sense of the price, the queuing to pay for it and the sentimental old tosh that’s written inside, but none of those … Continue reading

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Mother and Child

Flickering raindrops on telephone wires. Chimneys in the distance standing like gothic spires. There is no sun only streetlights alight, It’s the morning, but it could be the middle of the night. Muddied meadows, swollen streams, Did the mild autumn … Continue reading

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The Act Of Thoughtfulness

Platitudes; overused words the meaning having been lost in time. Just the same as the words I use in those silly rhymes of mine! BUT WAIT……… Santa Claus is in trouble. He’s lost a sack and he’s now in disgrace. … Continue reading

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Time For A Funny One

A Woman Rugby Player… There was something about Emma that reminded me of Frank. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but she smelled quite rank! It could have been the odour that oozed from her body, Or that she … Continue reading

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With Violence As Your God

To hallucinate from reality, not excepting the truth. To live a life of fantasy, in the mind of a youth. To hide your mind from darkness, seeing only what shines. Is to worship an evil God, who speaks from a … Continue reading

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Spread A Wing

If there be treachery of love on tongues that mouth The lies that damn our sacred vows, Then burning death awaits its call On devil’s wings and those that crawl.   Death too sweet for an arrow strike. That taste … Continue reading

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All That Breathe

Autumn leaves of burnished gold their life now over, their story told Fall from trees and gracefully lie, then fade from sight as they die. On grass, on paths, on ponds they lay, waiting patiently the rotting decay That awaits … Continue reading

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