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 Dec 2015 John B
Samuel Hesed
Faith
 Dec 2015 John B
Samuel Hesed
Where this path might take me,
I do not know.
But, the faith I have with me,
Will guide me home.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
 Dec 2015 John B
Samuel Hesed
It stood on a throne,
Made out of lime stone.

It was clothed,
In colorless gold.

It wore a shadeless crown,
Above its brow.

Its heart was frozen-
From winters night.

Its soul was diced,
by Jack Frost's knife.

It stood alone,
In its quite abyss.
Dismissing my stare.

Though it was free,
It looked lost at sea.

For, I waited to hear a plea,
But it was silent as a willow tree.

Time passed-
And it started to bow

To the brown earth beneath its feet,
To the blue sky above its crown.

Though, the journey was over,
And the final Goodbyes were made.

I could never forget the pride in its eyes,
Or why it stood so still.

For to this day,
I question if I'll every discover,
If the White Rose knew,
Of its wonder?
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 Dec 2015 John B
Samuel Hesed
Nerds
 Dec 2015 John B
Samuel Hesed
We are all nerds,
Just looking for the-
Right glasses to wear,
The right pants to lift,
The right tie to bear,
An the right book to pick.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
 Dec 2015 John B
Cecil Miller
Seeds
 Dec 2015 John B
Cecil Miller
Seeds for birds, and seeds for me. 
Seeds that grow for me a tree.
Nature grows, and flows, is free;
As the way I share my seeds.
More from my poetic banterings
 Dec 2015 John B
Gaffer
Dear Santa

I’m writing early this year
Especially after the debacle of last year
You delivered the **** underwear and the two day hotel break to my wife
What the hell were you thinking
Does my wife look like she can get into a size ten
You useless fat *******
Two days I had to suffer the wife parading herself
It was psychological torture
Swear to god, if I could’ve got my hands on you
Still swithering on sueing your fat ***
This year I’m going to lay it on the line
Deliver it to the wrong address
Your ** ** **, will be Oh oh oh
Do I make myself clear
Now listen up
Facepack and support tights
They go to the wife
Basque and french knickers, hotel included
Too the lover
Don’t make me go back to that hotel with the wife
Or I swear, you’ll be wearing that reindeer
Do you need a reminder
Have you got it now
Oh, and merry Christmas.
 Dec 2015 John B
r
Dark pools
 Dec 2015 John B
r
I like her black dress,
the way it pools at her feet.
How she walks to the bed,
spilling over my sheets.
I drown in the depth
of her eyes.
 Dec 2015 John B
r
Honey
 Dec 2015 John B
r
The last time we kissed
I broke out in hives
from the honey on her breath
and the sting of her lies.
I swear, I'd die a thousand deaths
if she were the queen of my hive.
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