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They're still standing like statues of marble rock.
They still linger in humans hearts bearing the gift of old.
Nine daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne keeper
of world's memory.

With eloquence and harmony of voice Calliope presides in epic poetry.

In heaven of holy spirit Urania withers away
warden of philosophy.

Sacred is her hymn, sacred is her poetry, sacred is Polyhymnia
the dancer.

Joy and laughter brings Thalia with comedy and idyllic poetry
and men overcome their grief.

With a lyre in hand Clio tells the story of the world
but with no delight Melpomene narrates the tragedy of this world.

She is the loved one, the desired one Erato of loving poetry
giver of delight.

And close to the sea stood another, with a lyre in hand Terpsichore
dancing with her daughters, the Sirens.
If there is something
To be avoided
Avoid VIPes

I repeat
They are
Time vampires
Energy vampires

They will ****
Your life
Till
The last sec
Till
The last drop

If confused
Read it again
Genre: Observational
Theme: Self Made VIP || On VIP
Author's Note: It's easy to be VIP. If someone lends something from you, and try to avoid you or search enough reason not to pay back. They could be normal human, but for you, they are VIPes. What you need to know.
 Jun 2019 Mark Wanless
Alex
With fingers bare and wrinkles shown
Much less is little known
With hands under cloak and shroud
A death a day is what is vowed
A figure in the darkest night
Weakens the soul from out of sight...

A mouth opened, and a whispered name
The lungs of one are fully drained...
The hands of the named now ice cold
The cause and reason are withhold

A widow stands at the grave site now
With eyes red and a wrinkled brow
Who knows what time will tell
But her name too will be whispered well
The traveler roams
Seeking a home; doesn't know
Home is in her heart
Were we in a race
To judge
Who gets hurt first?
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Let your heart unleashed
let your mind released
let your tears flow
let them wash away your feelings
of destruction.
Let your soul free once again and
welcome the cooling breeze
of sunset's late glimmer.
 Jun 2019 Mark Wanless
Cné

I dream
of possibilities
      and not the
             probability.
                Call me crazy but
            I believe wishes
    come true with the
         click of my fingers
             and the flicker
               of my tongue.

For you....
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