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It's wonderful outside
It's wonderful inside
The trees are changing colour
and it's warm where where I abide
 Oct 2018 Bek Blanchard
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I don't think about it any more
I take out the trash
noting
Sticks caught in the crotch of a tree
The wind does what the wind does
breaks weaker branches down
does not care where
it leaves
them
on its invisible way

Days do what the days do
they don't count themselves
worthy as they go
to release
the afternoon
to evening—
an artless
emptying
to a low spot
where tears tend to pool
if I'd let them down

“You know,
in that low spot
out there...?”
Where it's hard to see
Where its hard to care?

They take heart
out
divide it by energy
for sadness—
I haven't got

Watched the clock go round
wipe out my little plans
with relentless hands

...and I never got dressed today
6-12-18
It gets complicated when you don't control your situation.
All love ask?
Is to be love.

All love requires?
Is to be inspired.
Held to a degree to make others see it.

Want to be involved in sharing it.

Listen, all love ask?
Is to be respected.

When mistreated it soon vanishes.
Having you seeking another journey.

For those that planted it into another heart.
To later find that it's falling apart.

Remember this(life's lesson)
All love ask?
Is to be love.
 Oct 2018 Bek Blanchard
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If you're not in a relationship
you're lonely
We forget about friendship
A much larger trophy

Romance comes and goes
Like a bright red rose
Friendships stay for longer
And are much stronger

I will not deny
that a partner is nice to have
to sit under the night sky
And cuddle

Sleeping next to them every night
But it is not the only light

We must not rely our happiness on it
And remember our friends
Too many people say they'll die alone and forget that friends will also be there.
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She had walked the path every day
since her love had gone to sea.
To the woods upon the cliffs
to tie a ribbon on their secret tree.

Every noon for a thousand years
since her love had sailed away.
A thousand green ribbons hang
as testament to their lovers play.

At midday on the thousand and first
she broke down and loudly cried.
No need for her ribbons now,
the secret tree had fallen and died.




© Pagan Paul (17/10/18)
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 Oct 2018 Bek Blanchard
Qweyku
YOU ARE so much more than your wounds,
but when you craft your signature,
your scars share the weight of your pen...

MORE than a conqueror

© Qwey.ku
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