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Passing clouds like fluffy gentle giants  Change shapes as they lightly drift by  Seemingly near, yet remaining so far  Keeping an earthly watch from the distant skyThey reveal an illusionary horizon  Where the earth seems to meet the sky  Making the traveller hopeful  Of distances he could fulfil  On approaching close, nothing seems to changeThe sky still aloof, keeping the same 
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Do a little prayer as another New Year dawns 
In yesterdays past, let bygones be just bygones 
A new morrow brings with it new rays of light Promises of changes, hopes so you can rewrite A new chapter, new characters, new story lines 
Free your mind of surrounding walls that confine Do something different every single day 
To keep life's sparkle as you walk along its way 
This year
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THE GARDEN

The patch of land, she inherited Every day, she watched it from afar Barren and dry, ruled by the weeds Every kind, every variety, left free to breed
As cold days came to pass And sunny rays peered through the clouds The yearning in her began to grow The patch, a makeover would have to undergo
Out came the gloves and tools of every kind The weeds had nowhere left to hide The ground, 
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 Like the candle burns bright just before it dies
One last flash hoping to regain its dimming light
Leaves too perform a last dance
And herald a new season with flamboyance

Winds remind them of colder days to come
Gently coaxing so they willingly succumb
And let go of mothering branches that held them so
That saw them bud, that saw them grow

Defiance takes the reigns, 
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It was the day after you left us
I was alone, my world had fallen apart
Lost in your memory, my eyes overflowed with tears
No will to live, life seemed an unwanted gift
And then I felt you by my side
I closed my eyes not knowing what I would see of you
It was as if you sat by my side
Touched my arm and then held my hand
My senses alert to what they were feeling
I squeezed your
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What complex creatures we earthlings are
Slaves to our emotions, the only feelings we truly comprehend
Happiness, laughter and joy the side that uplifts
Anger, sadness, hurt and sorrow downside of life's see saw
And as we feel it all so do our bodies
Every emotion reflected in the heart, the mind and the soul

Self hate manifests into bulimia, you don't feel good enough

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So full of happiness, life seems so complete
Every day eagerly awaited, anticipation mountsBeauty in the face, body so voluptuousIn her book she writes her own pagesUntil she finds the book of life
The first thing she reads, fills her with dread
Whatever goes up, has to come downSadness is the sister of happinessAge the other side of beautyForever the optimist, she shuts the 
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He appeared as if from nowhere This creature neither man nor animal To take what he had been told to take No one to be favoured peasant or royalThe woman was praying, her eyes were closed She appeared calm, but her heart raced The waves of pain shot through her body Beads of perspiration appeared on her faceMaybe her time had come The pain in her heart seemed to tell her so What would her 
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At first there were the dark ages When mankind's struggles against ignorance Were removed by the candle of Enlightenment 
With time, the light of the flame dwindled When hands of greed grabbed all they could When hands of division rent asunder all that stood 
Let loose on earth, to rape and to plunder 
Men now watch with a sense of unease 
As darkness threatens an ominous return....
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Nature presents to us beautiful views    Different snapshots of its vast terrains  A momentary earthly opportunity   To experience its immense diversity 
  Creatures of all shapes and sizes roam  Guided by rules that mould their destinies  In each an intrinsic code implanted  To each its place intended  
  Different colours blend with an invisible harmony  Reminding of seasons that 
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Today I discovered a gem 
Lying unrecognized amongst the stones 
Busy feet, going about their business 
Walked by, never even gave it a glance 
I picked the gem and wiped it clean 
In my loving hands, it gleamed and shone 
I closed my fingers around to keep it safe 
This one, meant just for me 
Hidden amongst many other stones 
Today, I discovered a gem.....
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When you left usThe home you built for us became just a houseWarm laughter filled roomsEchoed with silence, cold and hollow
When you left usThe links that had kept us togetherNow lay broken in piecesScattered, never again to ever gather
When you left usRelationships seemingly strongShowed hidden weakness   Moving swiftly on not wanting to belong  
When you left usWe 
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FALLEN ANGEL
Nameless, faceless, to us an unearthly being

An angel flew above carrying out his routines

His attention distracted by a woman of the earth

Hair so golden, surrounded her face like a halo

The angel flew down to take a better look

Her earthly beauty shone more when up close

As time ticked on, the angel started to tarry 

The sound of thunder reminded him he had to hurry
An 
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Keep your love hidden in the depths of your heartLest it gets crushed by the judging of many eyesSo keep it safe and don't let anyone seeWhat you hide, keep it just for me
Made into something it was never meant to beIt will be misread, mistook, misinterpretedSo keep it safe and don't let anyone seeWhat you hide, keep it just for me
No one need know what you and I knowWhat's the 
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Everything you ever wanted, but could never have

Things looked so near, yet remained so far

Like a ghost, of human body devoid

Knows not how love can be enjoyed Fate’s plans, no one dare rent asunder

What is once written, sets itself in stone

Finding your path in that stony maze

Is like being in a fog thick with haze
Many seem to have it all, lives of plenty
A
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The words that flowed from your mouth
The pearls of wisdom, I gathered and held so dear

Helped me through times when trials grew tall

Tried to tower and take over, a spirit so young

It was then that I searched inside my heart

Each wise word, carefully, took out of its safekeeping

Read it and understood it and made it my guard

The pearls you left for me, pure and 
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Go on to seek further pastures

The world lies in wait for adventures

Go where no one has been before

Wake the desire in you to explore
 
Do not be afraid to be different

Or you will end up being indifferent

Shake those shackles loose

Come out of those walls that enclose

Let the butterfly in you be free to fly
 
And let it roam the big wide sky

Leave that cocoon to wither 
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They opened books that were closed years agoTaken out of storage, long forgotten archivesTurned pages fragile as if reluctant to showHalf told stories that had shaped their lives
Eyes glistening with held back tearsNow found relief as droplets found an outletMemories of stifled youth over the yearsFinally cleaned the slate, repaid the debt  
It was time to move on and reviewWhat 
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GYPSYNot tied to any land or material thingsWhere he stops, becomes his homeHis heart's door left open to new experienceHis mind's eye awakened to impermanenceA gypsy roams God's vast earthA soul who never quite found his wayRich in tales of lands he has traversedGypsies, Some psychic and some so mysteriousWomen in long skirts and bangles that jingleCross their palms for stories of  life and 
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  Wanderer, let those tired feet come back home
  Close the door to that curious brain
  That won’t let you stop and pause…..
  New experiences will play hide and seek
  Like mirages in the sweltering desert 
  Entice the thirsty traveller to lose his way
  Let that tired body find comfort
  In the loving arms that wait with patience
  Give those seeking eyes some solace
  Let them
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Once Earth revolved around in spaceJust wilderness on its vast surfaceA planet so desolate, so lonely and so darkNo human, no animal not even a larkAnd then a miracle took placeThat changed the fate of the human raceThe hand of God touched the dead earthAnd filled it with colour and re birthAnimals roamed and birds flewFish swam in seas so blueCreatures that crawled and 
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When human beings grow greedyAnd want to grab all that they can seeNo thought of the poor man that yearnsWith a hungry stomach that churnsWhen human beings don't help the poorThose that toil and those that laborAll they do is to turn a blind eyeAnd never ask the reasons whyWhen human beings begin to hateBy colour and race they discriminateDivisions grow, distances widenMinds 
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She opens the dusty old box
 Pulls out the white satin dressThe smell of dust mixed with the perfume of time
 Fills the room, intoxicates her senses
Holding it to her face, she drinks it all in
This was her youth, her beauty, her passion
The hand of time has ticked many times now
Some memories too hazy to remember now
Her tired eyes glisten with tears
Life has moved on like the wave of a 
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The waves of sleep take over, slowly but surely
My tired eyes losing their struggle to stay awake
I am now entering that other world
The world of our dreams
I can fly from place to place here, if I want
Countries are no barrier here
Strange people I meet here
Some so strange and some weird and wonderful
They take different shapes and forms
In .... my dream wonderland
People 
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The ocean waves call to me from a distance
A wild animal as if caged, its will not allowed to be 
 The tide is out, the sea bed free for me to walk on
A carpet of sand spread out under my bare feet
Picking little shells, watching the crabs scurry past me
I walk miles on it, the sun beating down upon me
Slowly, the waves start making a comeback
Each time the water 
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