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 Sep 2015 Mark Lecuona
Virginia S
He rescued
me from the bottom of the sea
From the deep blue ocean  
where I couldn't breathe

He took me to the sky
and taught me how to fly
He gave me wings
he got me high
 Aug 2015 Mark Lecuona
Marian
Let us help do what we can for animals everywhere
And FIGHT AGAINST ANIMAL ABUSE!
The rest of the world can be animal abusive
But that doesn't mean we have to
WE HAVE A CHOICE!
We can help do as much as possible
To stop animal abuse
Or we can just go our way
And do nothing whatsoever
Stand up for what's right
And FIGHT AGAINST ANIMAL ABUSE!

~Marian~
Sorry if this steps on anyone's toes,
But I believe that we should do what we can
To help stop animal abuse...
And I am trying to think of what I can do to stop it...
Another thing I don't like is how you have to be rich nowadays
Just to ensure your pet can live longer...
WHY SHOULD YOU EVEN HAVE TO PAY
FOR HELPING YOUR ANIMAL,
FOR PITY'S SAKE IF YOU CAN'T AFFORD IT
And that is partly why so many animals have to be put to sleep
I know, because it's happened to me and my family
But I intend to do something about it
And I encourage you all to the same...
It doesn't even have to be something big...
Let us FIGHT AGAINST ANIMAL ABUSE!
Thanks for taking the time to read this...
And sorry if I sound rude here...
I certainly wasn't trying to be...
And thank you for your time!!
 Aug 2015 Mark Lecuona
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Hijab
 Aug 2015 Mark Lecuona
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And if you think I'm oppressed,
covering my hair with a silken headdress-

And if you think I'm forced,
beaten, to lengthen my sleeves and elongate my shorts-

And if you think I'm afraid,
cowering under the protection of black linen shade-

You 'most certainly take note of the society's improprieties,
that the abaya I wear is thrusted upon me,
that the niqab my sisters practice is only for he;

No. My hijab is my personality, my promise to honour my femininity,
to never allow anyone, any man, to use me;
I am a woman, a human, a feminist:
no man will control me.
just a setting-straight. or at least I think it is.
 Aug 2015 Mark Lecuona
Virginia S
I wait all day for the sun to go down.
For its light
still breaks my heart
and shows my scars

For its light
reminds me of you, full life
reminds me of  you, leaving me behind

Then, when the night comes
I remember how lonely i am
and i cry and i cry
waiting for the moon to hide
and the sun come up...

...and everthing happens all over again
My life
 Aug 2015 Mark Lecuona
Virginia S
The pieces of my broken heart
are cutting me inside
Slowly killing me
He left
There once was a poet from Crewe
who'd down at the pub had a few
he couldn't write a sonnet
though his life depended on it
So in the end he wrote a haiku.
 Jul 2015 Mark Lecuona
ryn
Lend me your eyes.
So I could fill them
with the bursting stars.
Telling tales of the spellbinding universe,
singing songs of exploding suns...
and of splintering quasars.

Lend me your thoughts.
So that if I may,
write of them.
Fantastical scribbles of love
and praise.
Meticulously lined
and carefully stitched...
with immaculate lace at the hems.

Lend me your breaths.
I'd catch them as they fall...
between the words you would say.
Merging mine with yours...
introducing colour...
and vigour
to my monochromatic world of
black, white and grey.

Lend me your heartbeats...
for mine thumps erratic.
As if beating in silent mock.
I depend on the steadiness in yours.
So they could usurp
the ticks of worldly clocks.

Lend me your hands.
Palms up as a sign,
perhaps as an invitation...
for me to take them.
And maybe...
hopefully fill them...
with mine...
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