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compassion
such beauty...my heart
aches, in musics' sway
small flowers
clustered, at mound's base
ant's garden
Silent on the cold ground lies
                                   Visions of a winters day
                                                    Where yellow roses bloom
                                  And rosy-cheeked children play
                                                      
         ­                                            Words are spoken
                                 Then fade away
                                                      Like white breath upon
                                 This crystal day
                                                      
         ­                        Still...more love falls
                                                       On the ground
                                 Silent voices
                                                        All around
                                 And I watch warm
                                                        Till out of sight
                                 While love fades
                                                         Into black and white
When travelling on the bus to town
Put down your phone and look around

Forget about your facebook cronies
Who wants to be a mobile-phoney

Now you’re in a public place
Why not try a face-to-face

It’s not an easy thing to do
To greet the person next to you

But if you do and share a word
You both will be by grace preferred

Written by Dermot Kirwan
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
ThePoet
I have oceans of emotions
but my mind is numb
These shallow lines of confines
my words have become

I've been strong for so long
but it's made me weak
And these screams in my dreams
are the whispers I speak

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Between day and night, choose fight or flight, hide out of sight, shield from the light.

Cocooned in our beds, words trapped in our heads, a poets mind is forming, ideas begin their swarming.

Not conforming
              Lines deforming
                        Minds contorting
                                       Rhymes consorting.
May add more to this later
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
Renae
A loving relationship
doesn't just happen
It's not like flipping on a lightswitch


Commitment is a process
a wedding ceremony
A promise

Emotions may lead us
Though understanding, sharing our lives
Is hard work & compromise

Communication in dialogue
Is the key
Experiencing true love
Is our own

Love should start romantic
A gust of exitement sweeps us off our feet!
Naturally

The truest test of love
Will come from willingness
To share in the delights of life;
negotiating the bumps in the road

A mutual exchange of ideas,
any relationship
is the needs and experiences
of two people

Face misunderstanding
open and receptive with respect!

Navigate even the most difficult situations.
Take a deep breath, hold them
in a space of love,
Listen fully with all of your heart

A greater level
of personal transformation begins,
Learning powerful lessons
about ourselves.
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
Mozalios
Lips of deceit
  Bleed lies
Behind each word
She speaks
I spent all night burning my eyes
Into my phone.
Wishing I was with you,
But realizing I'm just...
Alone.
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