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everyone loves christmas a favourite time of year
time for lots of parties filled with christmas cheer
everyone together having lots of fun
time to celebrate christmas has begun.

watching all the children unwrapping all there toys
lots of smiling faces filled with christmas joys
singing christmas carols round the christmas tree
making christmas happy the way that it should be
I set my hopes high,
For each and every night,
The faith you give me,
Like a twinkle in the sky,

Nothing is like you and I.
I give you my all,
I try my best,
But yet all this is doing,
Is leading the game at best.

You say you like me,
I like you too.
I give my hopes,
For maybe me and you.

But now I feel,
All this is a game,
Please stop toying,
With my heart strings.
Well this is about someone I care about a lot and I feel like it's nothing but games.
 Dec 2014 Kate Irons
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I'm in the middle
of crying
and trying.
Trying to be the girl
who makes herself happy without you,
the girl who can survive the whole day
without seeing you
and
the girl who can live her life to the fullest
without you.

But maybe it's true
that I should not just try,
instead I should do

I should do it
for myself
for my life
not for you
or anyone
but for me

Because after all
it's always gonna be my choice,
my life, and
my heart.
 Dec 2014 Kate Irons
Xavier
No.
Stop, please...
How do you not know
how strong you are?
You are human aren't you-
made of star stuffs
like me? Pieced together,
clawing at existence for another day.
Each breathe belies worth,
there was effort in your breathing.
How do you not see it?
That's the difference between the living and the dead-
the shear desire to survive.
You have paid the price already
to exist.
Fight for it, life is worth
how you struggle for it.
You gain what you put in.
There is no fun in easy,
only grey, weary complacency
tired and in its bed.
Do not fall simply to your rest,
swallowed whole by puffed up sheets-
Strive for the colored life.
Splashed with passion's hues
pulled from the painted memory
of any human soul-
that is when living
truly comes to life.
Here, in the depths of winter, when the earth is bare and brown,
You will notice, if you look carefully, depressions in the ground.
My guide told me that here there are about one hundred men
who served beneath the Stars and Bars and gave their lives for them.

The Union line was well entrenched up there upon the hill.
Hard shot and double canister rained down on the Rebs at will.
If Ewell had thought it practical, on the first day of the fight,
results might have been different had his soldiers seized these heights.
When he forfeited his advantage, the Stars and Stripes held sway;
Union forces would repel his sorties the next day.

So, with careful measured steps, we walk above these men,
Who loved, not wisely but too well ,the cause for which they bled.
Do not disturb this hallowed ground; leave them at rest I pray.
Until they hear the trumpet’s call upon the Judgment Day.
A little piece of true history about the battle of Gettysburg  and events of the first and second day of the battle
should Thee Artiste tell me
my poetic offerings are sub-par
I shall endeavor to lift my game
so they rise above his high bar
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