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A clove of garlic keeps vampires at bay
keeps a cold away
wish the lady would stay, but
she goes too.

I'd ban 'flu
man 'flu
nothing new there.

A pillow
to lay low
and under
the duvet, eyes closed
a rainbow of light.

I read Tolstoy
oh boy.....

,,,,spotting a Beano at the end
of the rainbow
I read that as well.

Garlic stinks don't ya think
I don't think at all
as I fall
asleep.
 Feb 2016 E A Bookish
JR Rhine
From midnight to five
Punching words, not counting sheep
The Poet clocks in.
 Feb 2016 E A Bookish
JR Rhine
Take me by the hand,
see me through your placid garden.
Walk with me, St. Mary's.

March me in time to your rhythm;
let me wield the mallet that beats your drum.
Sing to me, St. Mary's.

String my sole into the primordial web
within the black walnut tree.
Lay with me, St. Mary's.

Close my eyes and tilt me back;
dip me into the murky pond.
Baptize me, St. Mary's.

Take me down to the fiery shoreline;
we'll linger beneath the countenance of the rugged cross.
Crucify me, St. Mary's.

Sit me by your mystic grave,
cast a silent earthy veil over me.
Bury me, St. Mary's.

Chip me from the rock, free me of these shackles,
rocket me into the heavens.

Liberate me, St. Mary's.
St. Mary's College of Maryland.
 Feb 2016 E A Bookish
Blue Angel
Dry cement on the ground, doesn't do anything, it can't. Nothing notices it, wind blows past it, rocks land on it, and by force of nature, go away. Dirt is the only piece that stays on it long enough. Until you light a match, and let it fall, will the cement burn, or will it just sit there burning the wood and causing smoke?
 Feb 2016 E A Bookish
Cricket
Cars
 Feb 2016 E A Bookish
Cricket
I went to your game today... The first one I've been to for a while, it was a great game. You guys won and now you are going to bi-district.
     I caught you staring at me a few times, quite a bit actually.... The bus ride home was great, I talked to an old friend, made some new friends too. Everything was fine till I got home, when I got home I was hoping for a text, a call, anything....
     Every car that went down my road I hoped was you, I hoped it was you puling into my driveway to knock on my window and tell me to open the door so you could come in and tell me that you want me back and that you love me.
     But sadly, none of the cars were you...
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