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And even if the sky
Were to fall flat
On my head,
I will never speak unkindly!

This is just who I am,
I feel too much,
My heart doesn't walk around
Blindly!

I've even sympathised
With those who are responsible
For my heart being broken,

I've blamed their bad behavior
On misguidance,
Or unresolved issues of their own,
Which they may have
That are yet to be awoken.

I over empathise and forgive -
I'm a softy, I can't help it!

I guess I know just how it feels
To be treated like a misfit.

Mamma always told me ...
"If you can't say something nice,
Then don't say anything at all!"

Unable to remain silent,
I chose to speak kindly,
Regardless of how often
I was repeatedly pushed to fall.

People don't always think
Before they act,
I've learnt this all too well!

The way I see it,
People's mistreatment of others
Is a reflection of their own time spent
In mental-hell!

I think I believe this,
It is all that keeps me sane,

At the end of the day,
If I let it get to me,
I only have myself to blame!

Life is too short
To be unkind,

Love is sweeter
And much more rewarding -
It nourishes the heart,
The body,
The soul
And the mind!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
It really does!
***
 May 2017 Luna Marie
Pagan Paul
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Would you like to take a look
in the covers of my little black book?
Would you like to see if you are there,
and if not, would you really care?

Would you like to scan the pages
of my lovers through the ages?
Would you seek to find your name,
and if not, should I be ashamed?

Would you like to read the index,
and see what my preference reflects?
Would you like to peek and find
the comments I write, and of what kind?

I am sorry but you will never see
the yellowed pages of my history.
It's best that what will be, will be.
My book retired when you chose me.

© Pagan Paul (24/05/17)
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 May 2017 Luna Marie
phil roberts
I have moved to a different drum
With odd and peculiar rhythms
Dancing awkwardly through life
On my two flat clumsy feet
It is not the way I chose
To step on innocent toes
But the wildness of my dance
Has had no easy flow
The blame lies entirely with me
It's a genetic thing, you see
I am no more than this
The son of the gypsy's kiss

                                By Phil Roberts
 May 2017 Luna Marie
Pagan Paul
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The sky sheds its tears
over the sea of forever griefs
salty dew eddy's
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The sky dries its tears
with handkerchief clouds of white
blue shines and dazzles new
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© Pagan Paul (22/10/16)
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 May 2017 Luna Marie
nivek
one breath to oxygenate
a hearts beat for love

one silent song
running through your mind

one moments fullness
to live and explore

one more time stringing words
a poets heart on show.
 May 2017 Luna Marie
Henry Kenway
Snuggled
Up to him
I feel just like
a koala bear.
Eucalyptus tree
Is he, always
making me
happy.
 May 2017 Luna Marie
phil roberts
There are sweet dreams which sometimes lead
To sadness and pain which sometimes bleed
Into a strange and eerie beauty
Causing the heart and soul to swell
Hovering between heaven and hell
And the deepest shade of blue
Rolls over the infinite truth
Of the sensitivity of being

                                       By Phil Roberts
 May 2017 Luna Marie
Autumn Rose
,, She wore black lace
which kissed her pale skin
As blinking stars passed
through the restless night.
Tangled in night roses and
Moonlight when she slept
beneath a blanket of dreams ,,

I will never forget...
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