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In my palm I laid a single grain of sand - and studied long with the eyes of Man.

Then when my eyes acquired the truth the reality of the Universe did blooth

That grain of sand - it 'twas a planet -
with seas and lands and tiny humans 'pon it

The lands were home to many people
   - some were with; some without steeples

They had cities wide and planes and cars
     and schools and courts and homes and bars

I looked closer still with wisdom's sight
     and I got a Universal fright

Outside a small town like my own -
was a beach like that I'm stood upon!

And on that beach I saw a man
a-peering deeply at his palm

~ Closer still I did exam
.... and his interest,

(I swear to God
with raised right hand)

  was just -
a single -
grain
of

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I call this a recursive poem
 Feb 2016 Paul Butters
moss
I explain my metaphors with metaphors
I don't know how else to express
My thoughts that sit in clutter drawers
And leave my mind a mess

If you don't understand my comparison
I'll just say it in a different way
My thoughts still shielded by a garrison
Suppressing things I need to say
Refracted images from pools of standing water , tall people and fast cars passing wet crossroads , in this rural , sleepy village I call home . Cirrus hope and reminders that follow rainy yesterdays , storms bound for the churning North seas , to the cliffs of an Irish village later in the week ? To the vineyards of France then off to a Mediterranean beach .. From simple beginnings grow immense dreams indeed ..
Copyright January 27 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Young writer , I implore you to write about every emotion that's gripping your thoughts , write it out exactly , for God's sake please forget ambiguous ******* about your work rhyming , punctuation or any such thoughts ! These things come in time , what truly matters is what you feel inside !! If you paint a Zebra and try to pass it off as a horse the oldies on this sight will most certainly pick it up ! Writing from the heart will shine like the full Moon , pompously scribbling prose like a jack *** will tell on you , very , very soon !!
Copyright January 28 , 2016 by randolph L wilson * All Rights Reserved
Thoughts of malice play in my mind
Between my vindictive tongue and damning rhyme
Disturbing images of death
Pass before my narrowed eyes

My face hides a smile
Woven with cruel words
Brazen and beguile
The inviting lips now cold with betrayal
Absent from an empty cavity
The heart
Tread upon too long to survive

My face hides smile
Too frightening and terrible to reveal
Vessel of hate
Oh malevolent spirit
'That sits at the feet
Of loves loss and ills

My face hides a smile
That cannot be seen
For that what once was
For that what soon will be
My face hides a smile


This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M Darby  2/1/2016
 Feb 2016 Paul Butters
Sin
Summer came and went we both knew it was said
That grey skies and pain would wash us again
And love it fades away
In the dying day
And emptiness drowns out the cries

You took my hand my heart and soul
And made me feel like a man
And summer days flew by in a haze
And love blossomed around

Chorus
Yet it stays the same
And love is a game
But I can't play anymore
For this man is broke on the floor

I look in your eyes at all the suprise
I gave you with trust
And when I look back
At what we had
My tears they fall like the rain

Chorus
Yet it stays the same
And love is a game
But I can't play anymore
For this man is broke on the floor

So good-by to love
And summer was gone
In clouds of grey and black
So I wish you the best
Don't ever look back
For my love will be gone
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