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Picture this Jun 2015
When death promotes a wagging tongue
and wages war for all the wrongs
grief can **** a thousand goods
unyielding death to newest buds

Time is the only healer for
a wounded mind inside it's core
lashing out with angry glass
cutting an already open ****

There is no blame to lay at doors
old age brings death, this is the cause
in mourning there is reeling
passing time brings healing

Experience brings comfort to
a broken hearted person who
should stroke his inner soul
to avoid an empty hole

Give thought to your ill fated state
for hating to abate
good thoughts will alleviate
open your broken hearted gate

Quell your rage at any age
go have fun, no where to run
relax enjoy the summer sun
for everyone, death will come
Picture this Jun 2015
Inside a bro                ken heart
there are shards of glass,    shattered into fragments
beating stops, cold reality,  and frankness, strangle
until it no longer feels.  It may never survive and thrive
but to keep it alive, free it to reach out and touch other hearts
healing will start,   strength is drawn,   from love it feeds
fulfil it's needs, by sharing and caring, absorbing other
broken hearts, and each repairing, one another
daring to love again, the heart will know
and start to mend
and grow
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Picture this Jun 2015
For love to grow
an inner glow
propagates the seeds you sow
in deeds it then reveals
what has been concealed
a soul can't hide from truth
it lingers in the air
laying bare
all the wrongs
for all to stand and stare
as ashes turn to dust
the ambience of trust
dies in a single stroke
body gone
soul remains
and may choke
it's deeds it now doth weep
no time for it to sleep
nothing can be saved
even if we prayed
there is no inner glow
for love to grow
Picture this Jun 2015
A safe haven
an English town
a solid rock of calm
a rose within the madding crowds
with charismatic charm
this peaceful soil is fuelled
by spanish working men
where traditional English rule
calls us back again
a monkey's retreat
where wild habits prevail
a comfortable seat
with an occasional gale
a land of Britishness
spells safety in it's shores
reliability and steadiness
oozing from it's pores
Picture this Jun 2015
Majorca, a playground for the young
a sequinned island, sparkling with gold
sandy beaches, limestone mountains
and sheltered coves
a mediterranean island
rich with citrus plantations
and culture centuries old.
Where tradition seeps into cavities
and impregnates the uninitiated
leaving you saturated
with enthusiasm
and passion.
A spirited place,
a tranquil sanctuary
where you want
your ashes to face
the wind and stay
forever within
it's shores.
Majorca
a wonderful
place with
memories
drenched
into my
pores.
Picture this Jun 2015
My walk
to Corpus Christi
transformed
from cobbled stones
to colourful vibrant floral carpets
powerful petal pictures
speaking a thousand words
clearing all sinful debts
by purifying the air
with a heady aroma
of rose petals
delighting the senses
especially the eyes
as a stairway to heaven
triumphantly and artistically
paves a story
in sand tapestries
to La Orotava
through a delightful
picturesque scene
of vibrant colour
enthused
within
until
all
sin
in
a
puff
of
wind
dissolves
Picture this Jun 2015
In times of difficulty
challenge your resolve
never give way to pessimists
saying you are wrong

Great success in people
is never in their clothes
which paint a false picture
with a phoney pose

Judge by your own standards
never let them fall
even if you're being pushed
evil will be stalled

Always pride integrity
never let it be sullied
don't fall to complicity
even if you're bullied

Fend off all attacks
be strong and never meek
standing for your rights
disturbs the very weak

Demand what is right
you may anger, hit a nerve
don't fold under pressure
to get what you deserve
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