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Love is like cancer.
You don't have any cure, you can't do anything
it's just there and it will slowly **** you.

Love is like a lung disease
Slowly, you become breathless and numb
As your body begins to stop

Love is like having rabies
As the lips of the subject closes and bites into you,
You start to lose control, then makes you lose it

Love is indeed a disease
Whether it is communicable or not,
You are surely susceptible to it
And once you are diagnosed with love,
There's nothing you can do about it
Wishing you all a Happy Christmas Poets
and a great new year.

Nivek
 Dec 2016 Dmytro from Trotskiev
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To all of you poets
down South and up North
West and to the East
whoever you are
whatever your beliefs
I wish you much joy
happiness and peace
for on this one night
at least think no more
of spite, anger and war
sickness, sorrow or grief
for wherever you are
may kindness be the star
that lights all of our ways.
Peace to you, holy poets.
Wanted to take a secound to make a wish
That all my fellow poets have a joyous day
No matter what Holiday is your cup of tea, your dish
If you are alone or sad, I hope a smile comes your way
I hope all your Holiday plan's you accomplish
And that joy comes to your table to stay

©Pauline Russell
Play fair
Wait your turn
Don't cheat
Help the other guy
Don't be cruel
Don't be selfish
Be friendly
Be kind
Care about the Earth and its people
Take what you need and leave some on the plate for the other guy
Smile more than you frown
                                  ljm
That longest line came from my late father-in-law, the most honest and upright man I've ever met.
How deep is your world?
Mazes etched into hopeless surface
When we can never get up
Lakes of fire
Souls ensnared still screaming
We can never give up
The sound of the end is beautiful
But its only the end
Its only a sound

I do have hope
I just don't know for what

Only the end
Makes us look at the beginning
As the subtle yellow light
That kills the shadow
When we never could believe
The way the promises were broken
Because everything will grow
And nothing really dies

The sound of the end is music
The most glorious symphony
The most heartbreaking tones
Tragic and beautiful
And when the song ends
Its only the end

I do have hope
I'll never know why
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