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BODY
  the ashes in the urn
TREASURES
  buried , lost to time

all I need is God beside

CASTLES
  crumbling ruins
ARMIES
  all been slain

still all I need is Jesus

TIME
  has passed me by
YOUTH
  is on the fly

I fear no shadows
with both by my side
Everything in this life is fleeting . Seek treasures that cannot be destroyed .
 Dec 2016 GaryFairy
Doug Potter
Basil, paprika, cold Hungarian goulash,
bleu cheese and stale cinnamon
coffee cake dominate
the taste of  your
mouth and skin;

it’s not because you are
slovenly that pulls me
into you, I am alone.
 Dec 2016 GaryFairy
Ma Cherie
What makes you think,
I can mend my broken,
self,
when Humpty Dumpty,
couldn't do it with all that help?

Cherie Nolan © 2016
Ugh....
 Dec 2016 GaryFairy
Sanjukta Nag
Pillow is pampering the softness
Of your left cheek,
While the right one is revealed
Towards the cold of night.
A smile, so pink like a lustful rose
Rolling down from creases of your lips.
But the wonder lies inside
Your honey eyes of fascination,
Where bright blue constellation of dreams
Is built like a castle of light,
That shimmers only
With the blushful touch of love.
 Dec 2016 GaryFairy
Keith Wilson
Happy  Xmas. Everyone.
And  best  wishes
for  the  New  Year.
Many  thanks  for  all  your  support.
Take  care.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.
 Dec 2016 GaryFairy
phil roberts
Caution?
I never quite got the hang of that
Never a gambler as such
I have been a creature of impulse and instinct
Of uncertain intent
Unknowing and unmeaning
I have created crackling static
Out of consequence and recrimination
Trying not to hurt anyone
I do right by none
But I cannot change my gypsy way
I have always said and will always say
I won't die wondering
I hope to die laughing
But not today

                                             By Phil Roberts
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