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Buzzer B Feb 2017
Getting greyer by the day
Maddie the Markham mutt
Again has her own way
Retiring slowly to her hut .
She says quite calmly
No walk right now
but maybe later,
Oh human dear
I need a breather! .
Buzzer B Feb 2017
My daughter's hair is golden like the sun
Sapphires cannot compete with eyes so blue.
Her rosy half-moon cheeks with freckles run
To meet a neck so elegant and new.
I have seen beauty in a new born babe
Develop into elegance and grace.
But such beauty we cannot always save.
Time passes at a very rapid pace.
If we could count the years we spend alive.
We would not waste our time on useless things.
Into an endless ocean we would dive
To cleanse ourselves of all that sorrow brings.
The beauty of a young girl's happy face
Reminds us life has value,worth and pace.
Buzzer B Jan 2017
We are born to die.
I wonder why.

The ghost train leaves
at different times.
It does not have
any waiting lines.

It waits for no one
full speed ahead.
Are we alive?
Or are we
dead?

We come , we go,
We cannot choose.
Sometimes we win.
Sometimes we lose.
Buzzer B Jan 2017
He was
Her first love
Her best love
Her worst love .
Her last love.

She was
His best love
His worst love
Not his first love  
Or last love.
Buzzer B Dec 2016
Insanity hovers around
In the air
On the ground
Sanity creeps in unawares
Then fades.
Buzzer B Dec 2016
Sleeve Blooms in winter.

Knee deep in ****** snow
Hands clasped.
Ploughing our way
Through crisp brightness.
Watched over by tall white capped trees
Reaching high into the sky.

— The End —