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St Valentine

Do you celebrate St Valentine and the tradition of courtly love, Or is your celebration not focused on spiritual things from above? What do your senses speak of when faced with what thrills you? I’ll list some of what are … Continue reading

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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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A Christmas Story

The man put down his shotgun and stared straight ahead. Every target had been shattered and now were laying dead. With only hours left till Christmas, how could he be so cruel? Was he really a seasoned murderer or just … Continue reading

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A Contrasting Life

A bright shining moon in a tomb coloured sky. Contrasts we see as the years slip by. Winters that are warm, summers that are cold, These and many more things we see as we get old. December is finishing, it’s … 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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Notice!

If you like sliding down chimneys and you don’t mind being pulled by a Deer. I know of a job you can apply for that will be available soon this year. You must like spreading joy and laughter and you’ll … Continue reading

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It’s Never Too Soon For Christmas?

  As winter lies across the base With its icy tentacles of frosty lace Above on the trunk of the big tree towers Across the land now bereft of flowers, Still squirrels scurry up and down To hidden nests buried … Continue reading

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Beyond What’s Old

  The crows fly low on a day such as this, As the cold eats the air then blows it out as a mist. Branches are naked their leaves now gone, Leaving birds all huddled in a whimpering throng.   The … Continue reading

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