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July was a sweet surprise...half way into August, and the
next fifteen days...proved to be a ghost month....its days,
painted with somber colors, and difficult times, the hours
moved slowest, the sun hesitated to shine this September.
October is uncertain.....definitely, apple pie and cinnamon
scented winds will blow.....November's cheers shall segue
into the last thirty one days of the year....December is the
busiest month, a perfect time to put on hold, sadness and
pain...a frail, fragile joy, dormant as a Rose bush in winter,
shall rest, to breathe again, to bloom again in early Spring.




Sally

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 19, 2020
 Oct 2020 Jamie King
Jackie Mead
At the end of a working day; To refresh my mind I walk and watch nature at play.

Water rippling, leaves rustling bring calm and tranquillity.
A balm to my mind and mobility.

A beautiful evening for a walk.
Listening to the sounds of the birds in the trees.
Puts my mind and body at ease.

Walking, watching children feeding  ducks on the pond.
To me is like a fairy waving her magic wand.

The end of September, we are lucky, still has some warmth at the end of the day.
No need for a coat as I catch the last of the days rays.
Early evening walking leaves my mind in a happy haze.
thick  mist enveloped

 

 

yesterday early

stepped out camera held

 

 

wandered down into weak sun

that

burnt the mist into swathes

 

 

sheep had come up in groups 

sleeping on the road

the tracks

warm tarmac

holding heat

 

 

gorse held the webs

frosted 

 

 

we stopped 

both of us

to look

to wonder

 

 

it all took double the time

yesterday

 

another world

 

I am later today 

james
Sharks is not only in the river,
"Sometimes a shark can attack a human out of fear.
If for some reason that shark believed that"
a human is a threat then it might attack him."

As human being, we struggle with all sorts of emotions
So we plots against each, in ways more than other
unfortunately, those plot usually backfire,

For good can overpower evil in most cases
Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good:
So you should know, the poet said to herself.

This past Tuesday, a secret was reveal to me
That a coworker was plotting against me,
But, the one she told, warned me,
That a shark was not only in the river,

Who God bless No man shall curse…
This individual, somehow, the ones
In the lab coats, favor her to do the
Odd and ends, it reminds me of
The slave masters informers,
To report back to him, and they shall be awarded
I listen to the one she told,
And took it in stride
Shall I planned a revenge,
Of do what I usually do most
And let the cookies crumbles?

Today, is a new day, a day to write a poem
About slavery tactic, and how the minds of the weak
Of slave ancestor survivor, can creep back in time
and space into the body of this co-worker:

A slave to fear…however,
a poets like I to reckon with.
I foresee a slap in her face,
But a bullet to her heart,
She is not the smartest!
only the master *******
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 Oct 2020 Jamie King
nivek
elixir or poison
can be a fine line
and the graveyard is full
-of those cases the doctor got wrong
 Oct 2020 Jamie King
Mike Hauser
I look at you in amazement
In astonishment you look at me
Hardly seeing eye to eye
Yet distrust what we both see

Complaining as we moan and groan
Holding out what little is left of hope
No slide or slip on our death grip
Until the cows come home

Both bringing in a monkey wrench
To this argument of arguments
Up to the end we still have no plan
To get out all these dents

This cruising for a bruising
In our daily doings that we're using
The problems is in all of this
We hold out no solution

And what good is it all
If it can't be solved
Both sides always on the phone
But neither placing the needed call

As I don't trust you in all you do
And you certainly don't trust me
Neither side seeing eye to eye
And if we could we would distrust what we see
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