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everyone needs happiness it keeps us all alive
puts a smile upon your face helps your life to thrive.

helps you carry on keeps your life so bright
takes away the sadness and fills you with delight.

fills you up with joy makes life seem worthwhile
all you need is happiness and great big smile
 Apr 2015 Zemyachis
Tasmin Jade
This is for you,
you know who you are,
sat listening to this from a star.

How I grieve for you,
and wish you were here.
I promise I will shed, only a tear.

A brother, a son, a grandchild,
taken from us far too soon
you are missed with each passing moon.

Our Father was stubborn,
unknown to me for eighteen,
if only I knew him when I was thirteen.

I know your pain has gone,
in heaven you are saving me a seat,
so that one day brother and sister can finally meet.
(28 October 2014)
Another poem for my brother Harrison who died of Cerebral Palsy in 2012.
 Apr 2015 Zemyachis
Sibyl
I wait

for the return
of the warm summer breeze
despite feeling winter's kiss -
for all my stars aligned.

I wait

for the bloom
of the lilies
despite the barren land -
for allmy star s aligned.

I wait.



I truly wait.



for the sound
of your footsteps
despite a love long lost and forgotten.


f or al lm ys ta r sal i gne d.







fo ar il m n ts a rlsa lg  yed.















aro  l sf m yl sla rgs a ni ed
All My Stars Aligned - St. Vincent

Futile hope.


- A submission to Court's challenge.
SHE that but little patience knew,
From childhood on, had now so much
A grey gull lost its fear and flew
Down to her cell and there alit,
And there endured her fingers' touch
And from her fingers ate its bit.
Did she in touching that lone wing
Recall the years before her mind
Became a bitter, an abstract thing,
Her thought some popular enmity:
Blind and leader of the blind
Drinking the foul ditch where they lie?
When long ago I saw her ride
Under Ben Bulben to the meet,
The beauty of her country-side
With all youth's lonely wildness stirred,
She seemed to have grown clean and sweet
Like any rock-bred, sea-borne bird:
Sea-borne, or balanced on the air
When first it sprang out of the nest
Upon some lofty rock to stare
Upon the cloudy canopy,
While under its storm-beaten breast
Cried out the hollows of the sea.
 Apr 2015 Zemyachis
mike
all light exists in the past.
there is no reason to reflect.
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