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IT IS A SUNNY DAY IN ENGLAND
THE QUEEN IS AT THE RACES
ROYAL ASCOT HER MAJESTY OWNS
THE HORSES RUN THERE PACES


HER MAJESTY IS IN GREEN
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SUMMER COLOUR
THE RACE GOERS ENJOY THE DAY
KATE SAVES JUST ANOTHER


IT IS A WONDERFUL DAY
ON THE GLOBAL RACING CALENDAR
HER MAJESTY AND THE ROYAL FAMILY
LOVE ROYAL ASCOT NO WONDER
I AM ALWAYS SO HAPPY WHEN I COMPOSE A POEM ABOUT HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN I ALWAYS LOOK AT THE LETTER AND PICTURE HER MAJESTY SENT ME. NOT MANY AUTHORS CAN SAY THEY HAVE RECEIVED A LETTER AND CARD FROM HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN.
I wish that my life
could be a banyan tree, large,
massive, eternal, offering shelter to travelers, wanderers, exhausted ones, when lacking support and nourished inadequately
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  Jun 2017 Elizabeth Squires
Cné
My
Third eye
Clouded
Busy blurry skies
What have I done
To the you and I
To the me and you
That could never be
Drawn to these pleasures
Between these sheets
Smothering moonlight
Deep summer heat
Damping lust
Still no retreat
The flame burns
Even hotter
When You and I cheat
.....

Take my hand
and come with me
to dreams of love and lust
Where....drifting down
the blurry skies
the eye need not adjust,
Where....
moonlight dances merrily
reflecting us unseen.
The smoldering heat
of our united union,  
except to you and me
No need to worry
the things that we do
between the sheets
of carnal pleasure
that draws me to you.  
Together we will reach our peak
as we share this glorious night.
Lie with me beneath the moon
and feel its timeless flight.
Hope you don't mind Trader Tim.
  Jun 2017 Elizabeth Squires
Graff1980
I try to expand
explode my mind
to canvass all that I can.

I try to explore
seeking deep and new truths
and bring them back
for all of you,

but ignorance is a balloon
crowding me out
of my own room
infringing upon
the brilliance I spawned.
Till, breaths become yawns,
and then I am gone.

The earth becomes flat.
Evolution ends now.
Truths become lies
and lies become alternative facts.

Till I take my last gasp
and my chest collapses
with the agony
of being me,
alone.

The balloon does not burst,
but hurts worse
as it spreads like a plague,
plans to invade,
conquers the day,
making love and peace
flee before thee,
and celebrating the bombing
of too many cities.

Death tolls do not close
like bad polls
they grow
till no one knows
what truth even sounds like
and I become
the last man alive
in a zombie flick.
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