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 Aug 2018 Cecelia
Harriet Shea
Control in manner
sadness in spirit
shadows follow
prisoner chained
till you understand.

Mask covers deceit
darkness hides away
the truth, turning off
hope intent, till you
believe.

Casting stones, hitting
home, sadness deepens
within the heart alone
till growth begins.

Content concealed
waves rage in anger
upon an island of
disbelief, holding
back destiny by those
who will not try.

Peace lingers, out
of reach, fear soars
high among dreams
untouched, till you
understand.

No beginning, no end
hearts grow uneasy
with every passing day
till life drained, begins
a new.

Truth hidden among
snow cap peaks, touching
places never seen, alone
sad, without knowledge
to understand.

Another time, another
place where dreamers
live among fairies,elf's
unknown by those who
travel alone, lashing
out without faith to
understand.

Fear like shadows
follow, no explanation
to doubts, living deep
within the raging soul.

Touching promises
breaking dreams with
restless minds, not
believing God's holy
word, just their own
thoughts, alone, forsaken
drowning in self-rage
without a mind to
understand.

Just living life, taking it
don't question, don't ask,
be aware what you see
don't deceive yourself
put others first, be giving
be compassionate, but
most important, be true
to yourself, in actions
words, and deeds..

(Doing this, your tree of life
will forever bloom)

By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)
 Aug 2018 Cecelia
Mary Gay Kearns
Evolution set us on the wrong path
Being about the survival of the fit.
Which means shortage crucifies
Those who are disadvantaged,
We can never become wholesome.

To evolve the good in us
Many try for justice but usually
Regardless of their own decline.
Most don’t realise the guilt cut,
So much is just genetic code.

This is the lesson humankind comes to
Learn on the presipise of its own demise
But in reality it has always been too late.
Lonely, desolate it creeps along the beach
Cradling the possessions it collected in life.

Love Mary x
But there are good deeds given with love which redeem a few thoughtful souls.
Thank you to those I have known and cherished .Love Mary xxxxx
 Aug 2018 Cecelia
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Aug 2018 Cecelia
Lillian May
a
funny
fluttering
feeling
in
my
                heart
beats
skipping
and
dancing
and
jumping
                around
I look
and
wonder
where
you've
been
               all my life
I hope one day this will belong to someone
 Aug 2018 Cecelia
Orange Rose
I wrote a poem when I died...
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.

A song for my confession...
A story for my pain...
A painting for depression...
And nursery rhymes for rain.

My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.
 Aug 2018 Cecelia
eileen
All this
Talk
Talk
Talk

No one is any better

No one ever changes

I'm hoping for a better life
I hope to not follow their footsteps

Talk
Talk
More talk

I'm so tired
My ears might explode

I'm not sure how much I can take
before I let it all out
When the moon retires running her length
the river lies a fishbone on the white plate
feebly breathing like the slosh from oars,
the shadow digs a hole in the bush.

The faintest chill rattles don't escape
and the chatters dull as broken notes,
the shadow picks up from the mist
with the intent of an absorbed dreamer.

The gold diggers in that forbidden land
filter their preys keen to fill some more
from the mines lining the grey riverbank
with each reap a little closer to attainment.

The precise compass weighs the measure
tightening the muscles into a symphony
for that climb onto the ****** in one spring
before stealing the stilled, deep into silence.
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