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a glowing tribute*
was penned for the infamous plagiarist
apparently the scriber did little research
into the copier's grist

this master replicator
has visited many a poetry site
to steal what others
did with heart and soul write

brazen is this fellow
in his misappropriating conduct
passing off material
which isn't his original product

again he has reappeared
at the Hello Poetry forum
showing his usual
*disingenuous decorum
P-Pacifying storms with a soothing balm
E-Ever subduing the tempest's hod of harm
A-Allaying our minds of the raging alarm
C-Ceasing thunderous sounds with a palm
E-Earth dwellers seek a road to tranquil calm
21/09/2014 is the International Day of Peace.
our love had becalmed
there was no stirring of eagerness
everything between us stilled
like an unoccupied address

we were in a neap tide
where we didn't gel
we were in an inert
inactive spell

with our affections
so unmoving
we weren't going to be
gyrating and grooving

the treacle syrup we shared
evaporated in the lulling air
nothing of love's tasty morsel
did we ever again square

oh yeah
oh yeah
that old neap tide
was the reason
why our love
did divide
Nothing from nothing-
equals nothing-
So why worry
I don't ask your permission
to make a fool of myself,
tell you publicly
what my near, dear ones
have almost no clue

my mental torment,
headache-constant,
imperial and impervious
poetry, pills, therapy,
caring words
don't pay my kind of bills

a man has a job.
Feed you family.
Protect and serve.

do  it well,
there is no acceptable excuse.
none.

was supposed to be easing on down,
slipping under.

come so far, my soul is old.
my tired is w/o definition.
the legs, knotted shoulders,
body aging faster than I can write.
the doctors only give me
if's and unless's,
contingencies in order
to die a little slower

warped, reversal of causality,
the older I get,
the more mouths to feed.
tough, this unexpected situation,
a nine lives time survivor,
do it again?

defraud myself,
living like I can afford
to write,
with courageous reckless abandon,
when earnest is deadly
and Lady Luck gave me the finger.

simply amazing.
eyes, constantly tearing,
nobody notices.

Do not ! Like this poem,
don't.
hate weak,
been strong so long.
this well, just got dregs left,
drudgery ain't potable, or even
worth drinking.

need nothing,
for myself, need nothing.
not one object on this planet
want to posses or be possessed by.

Monday wrestle with strife,
star in my reality show once again.
now, deny reality.

Do not!
Like this poem,
don't.
hate weak,
been strong so long.

my voice is stilled,
it's poverty exposed,
ashamed of every word I ever wrote.

hush me not, for tis true,
write on for an audience of one,
on but one subject,
a life, mine,
yet, still unmastered,
after decades of trying.

poverty exposed,
a life unmasked
for what it is worth,
or not.
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