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 Oct 2016 Deborah Downes
Mya
Sweet night how are you?
I am good and I have missed you all day
I was waiting for you
I just love the way the moon shines
In the night how glorious is the
Moon
I would love to stay
But some time I have to go
I have to go to bed
And wait for you again
I will miss you we should do this every
Night
Oh sweet night oh how I'll miss you sweet sweet night
I shall see you again
I'll miss you and the beautiful moon
well, poetry begins by suspending reason,

unnaming and renaming everything ,

taking apart the small parts and making one big metaphor.

calling a flower your lover,

or pain as a roses thorn,

a smile as the sun,

a frown as a crescent moon,

and of course stars ,

they have to be included,

as sparkling,

butterflies are forbidden in modern poems,

as are roses, to which I alluded,

my bad , though,

I see poetry as anything

you feel deep enough to

try to write a poem about

and makes you feel
A smile of beauty
Is an universal language
I need to know
if you think of me;

winter is coming
and it often arrives
with unexplainable sorrow.
We are content
With our share
While a raven
Resorts to stealing everywhere
And is still hungry
It is incumbent upon every girl
To value learning
So that no one can call
A boy alert
But a girl stupid
Asceticism is based
A pure thought
Not a clean robe
Come here and listen to me
There are ugly deep shadows
Where things could be leering
Snarling and hungry
Heavy and threatening
****** in the wriggling damp
The age dripping damp
Where dead leaves rot and fatten the earth
Come close and listen to me

Don't go down there
No, don't go down there
They're doing strange things in the dark
You shouldn't have come to the park
On your own
Don't go walking alone

This is no place for one so young
And soft
Delicately tremblingly white
And soft
Run home with your soul gripped tight
Before someone
Some muddied gritty  someone
Touches
In the shadows and shrubs
And the night

                             By Phil Roberts
Seems appropriate for the season :)
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