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 Aug 2018 Dawn Bunker
JL Smith
You can pause
Catch your breath,
But don't give up
Don't you quit

Deep inside
Dwells a gift
Unique to you
Unlike the rest

The world awaits
Embrace your fate
Expose the truth
Eliminate hate

Knocked down
Rise to your feet
Persevere, my friend
Your strength defeats

© JL Smith
 Aug 2018 Dawn Bunker
Emma Sims
Sometimes I'll remember what it's like to be a child,
A fleeting moment of magic or wild imagination.
My chest aches with the loss of my youth;
And aches again knowing it only lives in memories.

As a child, I could have been anything;
A hero fighting mythical beasts, or
The mythical beast that terrorises my window sill.
So far I am neither.

There is a certain freedom in running as a child,
No obligations to start or stop.
Adults rarely run for no reason;
I find myself limited to a brisk walk.
 Aug 2018 Dawn Bunker
Steve Page
Don't be so quick to tip your king.
Do not rush to fold your hand.
It is not time to take that bow,
there's still more time to take your stand.

Don't draw that curtain.
Don't throw in the towel.
Don't close the still open door.
Don't get your coat.
Don't tear off your gloves.
Don't slow and play for a draw.

Sit up, stand firm
and raise your chin,
focus both worn eyes.
Fight on til the last,
play on for the win
and take your waiting prize.
Don't tip your king. Play on.  You never know what might emerge from the game, from the fight.
 Aug 2018 Dawn Bunker
Steve Page
I got places I need to go
I got people I need to see
I got plans to change the world,
but first I need to ***.
I'm in my 50s. My bladder ain't what it used to be.
I Fell In Love With The Fire (.)
I Always Try But I Never Tire,
I Won't Confront The Purest Liar (.)
Sat On The Point Of A Churches Spire.

I Won't Listen To His Hate Speech (.) I Think Of Comets 'Cause I'm Out Of Reach,
He Bristles When You Question (.)
'Cause These Thistles Have No Answers.

Prickling Up But Steadily Firing Missiles Up,
Tickles My Gut Preaching Biblical Love,
These People Are Vessels That Jesus Won't Touch,
Whilst Holding Their Crosses It All To Much.

I Won't Drink The Holy Host (.)
I'll Char That Flesh Like Toast,
I Won't Feast Upon Your Doubt (.)
Because The Beast Knows I'm About.

Satanic Child So Demonically Wild,
I Set The Scene & Keep Them All Riled,
4 Sets Of Talons But I Had Them Filed,
Compared To The Devil I'm Certainly Mild.
Harry Roberts - The Clumsy Anti Christ © 18/08/18
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