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  Feb 2015 Paula Lee
PrttyBrd
In the silence of a day like today
In the wake of yesterday's dreams
Forgetfulness feels like noncompliance
In a world where defiance still seems
Like a benign inaction of innocence
Though it feels like a stabbing of spite
Willing to kneel to your Goddess
Yet unable to yeild to Her might
There is no weakness to worship at Her altar
It takes strength to relinquish control
Relax and trust in the knowledge
Acquiesce and watch it unfold
There is freedom in the smile of an angel
There is love to be had all around
There is power in making Her smile
Don't be the sadness beind every frown
Inaction, as innocent as it seems
Breeds disappointment that infects every smile
And all those little requests
Will stop being wanted after awhile
See, for all the deeds left unfinished
And all those tiny tasks left undone
Will chisel away Her hearts desire
Leaving Her another invisible no one
An empty shell of a Goddess
Whose glory, in your heart will remain
While She curses her very existence
Languishing in true-love's refrain
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  Feb 2015 Paula Lee
Joe Cole
Keep your American football
Your helmets and body armor
Rugby is the game for men

Bang on the head, a bleeding wound
Ten minutes off the pitch
Six stitches and a bandage
And the rugby player resumes

Take the hit, take the pain
The tackle must be made
The shattered bones just part of life
Worth the yardage gained

I've had the broken bones
The stitches in my head
I had the very worst
Because in a tackle I broke my neck

But it never did deter me
From the game that I so loved
I remember all the times
Shaking hands when smeared with blood

Yes rugby is a game for men
A game where pains the norm
A game for modern knights
A game where men are found
I played a lot of rugby during my army days, originally as a scrum half but then a wing forward simply because although short in stature I could knock the big boys down
  Feb 2015 Paula Lee
PrttyBrd
Haunted
By my truth
Lost
In the memory
of
You
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  Feb 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
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It sees you, smells your *fear.

Breathing your *essence
of what
You see beneath the darkness
Above the light.
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It tastes your moments as
They come closer, near, it
Tastes the sweat that drops from
Upon high, tasted frenzy of
The emotion called fear.
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It hears your heart, beating
From afar erratic but clear, you
Breath out, it exhales it in, ecstasy
Upon it senses it captures and
You sense stolen beats, cough
And again it beats, shaken but never
Knowing it was a beat of fear stolen.
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Its upon you, never seen, its been here
A while toying with your sanity,
Eyes erratically swerve as if to miss
Something but **Sshhhh... its near..
Sshhh its already here...
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