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Gary 2h
Night falls, lines are drawn.

No time to pause or take a breath.

Doors swing wide the length and breadth.

Slipping from bars and into cars;
new Geisha girls in search of pearls.

Inflated smiles, puncher marks, chiseled-chinned oligarchs.

Hypocrisy rains and soaks the sheets
Hypocrisy rains and soaks the streets.
Gary 1d
Blessings.

Easily measured,
On a balance sheet.

But harder to count
On a single hand.
Gary 2d
Far from the land
and seven seas.
The mountain tops.
The tallest trees.

Beyond the clouds
that wrap the Earth,
there came a star
that fell to earth.

'twas not by chance
she found her way,
from her home,
a world away.

I'm like you
I wonder why
a wandering star,
should wander by.

Her aim was not
to light the way,
to celebrate
a sacred day.

Nor was it
to grace a flag,
or wind up on a
sheriff's badge.

Her aim, in fact,
may make you think,
or your heart,
may make it sink.

For this is the star
that hears the words
from the voices
seldom heard.

Voices that wish
for one last page;
voices that wish
for one more day.

So before you
close that book,
at your inbox,
one last look.

Bear in mind
that little star,
counting wishes
from afar.
Gary 4d
A drainpipe, a drain, and an old sock.

3 things that may not mean a lot

to you.

To me they do.

When the latter is connected to the former.

Nothing gets through.

My dads idea.

What a man.
Gary 4d
Are you the one that plots and schemes?
knitting below the guillotine

Are you the one that hastens gloom?
by shielding sun and clouding moon

Are you the one that plots and schemes?
knitting below the guillotine.

Are you the siren with sleight of hand?
who wrecks young lives on rocky land.

Are you the one that plots and schemes?
knitting below the guillotine.

Are you the one with the underhand?
who  builds a promise on shifting sands.

Are you the one that plots and schemes?
knitting below the guillotine.

Are you the one on either side?
Devil's advocate, friend and guide.
Gary 4d
let's cover heads with winter hats
and criss cross fields with winter tracks

be quick to  claim  this winter scape
the early bird new tracks will make

long before the last chimney smoke
The wind will craft a winter coat.

across this land a blanket bright.
concealing blemishes winter white.

as the sun appears to try its hand
at waking up this freezing land

the bitter chill will win this fight  
between bright  blue sky and coming night.
Gary 4d
Blackbird, blackbird are you sad?
Has Magpie taken all you have.

Is your song a song of sorrow,
or a tune for a new tomorrow?

What to do with your empty nest?
Should you weep or warn the rest?

I think I know what you should say.

Magpie, magpie keep away.
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