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Mar 2024

Chuck Kean

Fade Away

Just like the day surrenders
To the night without a word to say
When there’s nothing left to do
It simply knows it must fade away

Everything that ever mattered
Means nothing at all today
Just like when it’s time to die
We just let it fade away

There’s nothing left in the heart
No more tears to cry, no reason to stay
When there’s nothing but memories
And even those begin to fade away

Like the four seasons Spring, Summer
Fall, Winter, each have a role to play
Most generally they know when
It’s their time to fade away

Like the darkness of the hair on my
Head slowly gives into the grey
Everything in life must become extinct
And naturally fade away

Now quietly at 62 I know what I need to do
Like the wood on the dock of the bay
Withered by nature and time I will take
My place in society and just fade away

Written By:Charles Kean
03/20/2024

Mar 2024

Salmabanu Hatim

Know that

Yesterday is a memory,
Now, today is the reality,
An tomorrow is an imagination.
20/3/2024

Mar 2024

Marshal Gebbie

To Seek, my friend, to seek.

Soft, the tread of feet upon my grave
Coarse, the hurl of language from depraved,
Spent, the remnant spirit in my bones,
Gone, the love, once resident in homes.

Blue, the sky that fills me with desire,
Love, the warmth which makes this life, entire,
Joy, the captured magic in the day
And rapture, when you witness children play.

Swept, the serendipity of life,
Slept, the day lost dwindling to night,
Sought, the motes of wisdom in the air
And laughter, wrought to dissipate despair.

Thus, the elixir of the soul,
Endeavour, as the essence in the goal,
Composure, in the knowledge that you're right
And onward, with attainment... just in sight.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
21 March 2024

Mar 2024

B

Canine Loyalty

A very big and very dark dog,
wandering the docks of a seaboard town.
he'll leave sodden prints in a three paced jog
ready to follow waves all the way down.
He is ***** faced and bearded
like a man I used to know.
Soon he will be off to disappear and
go beneath the cover of a velvet snow.

I'll still be here
as years go by and the moon changes tides
collecting dust and years
as I wait to be your bride.
The mutt lived long and wise
I fed him bones, and he kept me warm
with wooly fur and chocolate eyes.

He was waiting for a man as well
and passed away, so peacefully
when frost first fell.
I had no idea they would bury my heart
in the backyard with him
so I will continue to sit
and to listen.
For the hustle of a broken jog
and a now grown boy
looking for a very big, and very dark dog,
a day of broken joy.

Mar 2024

sonja benskin mesher

. high.

high, mountain track,
scattered trees, country
road.
spend the day , waterlogged
moor, black rooted, bring it home.