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 Aug 2014 Paula Lee
Joe Cole
70 miles an hour and the crash called
Said now is your time and I am the wall
To smash you and trash you, turn you into pulp
And the mini bus driver just thought it a joke

I'd just overtaken that bus full of guys
Now the truck getting nearer, I'm nearly alongside
No warning atall and the minibus was there
Filling my windscreen with a heartrending scare

There never was room for him to get up ahead
I thought this was it, 3 of us will be dead
The two dogs as well there would have met the same fate
I don't know how but I stood on the brake

Into the traffic there on my right
I managed to avoid them kept the barrier in sight
Now the rear of the bus less than a foot from my front
The crash barrier about six inches to my right

I stayed in control but I still don't know how
My wife was in tears mother in law white
I'll never know why we're still alive
Someone or something made sure we survived
This actually occurred on the M5 in Devon this morning while traveling home from my holiday
 Aug 2014 Paula Lee
Jack
Caress my neck softly
Hold my body close to yours
Tempt these sweet chord progressions
Acoustic affection’d freestyle
Finger my frets with delicate touches
Mother of pearl inlays sweat
Bending vibrating strings
Crank my volume **** high
Sliding capos moan
Play lead in poetic rifts
Soundhole oozes sensual melodies
Gouging pickguard’s scars
Tune me in the key of your love
Strum me hard…

Let’s make beautiful music together
A poem written from a guitar's perspective...okay you can stop laughing now.  :)
 Aug 2014 Paula Lee
Karen Newell
The Poet strips bare
the wounded Soul,
that it may bleed
upon the page
for all to see.

The Lover sees
the futility of
staunching
the flow,

for the Poet
would have
nothing
left to
give.
 Aug 2014 Paula Lee
Edward Coles
The Earth is the only thing
you can count on to never
let you go.

After that,
it's all up to chance.
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around the raging fire
there shall be a cheerful bash
as his huge empire
is burnt to a blackened ash

the wheel shall turn
he shall be completely wiped out
for he has treated some
with an unfair clout

his band of supporters
shall feel sympathy for him
yet in other quarters
there will only be contempt of him

laughter shall be heard
in every nook and cranny on the planet
as his ashes are lain
beneath a slab of granite

the mighty do fall
he is no exception
for his type of person
there is not an inkling of redemption

these words are uttered
in a temper of passion
as he never exhibited
any form of compassion

time nears for his kingdom
to be eaten by a blazing fire
it shall be a highly combustible
unquenchable fire

thy mind's eye
sees this scene play
there shall be an ending
to his realm's days
 Aug 2014 Paula Lee
Poetic T
An Idea
 Aug 2014 Paula Lee
Poetic T
An idea*
Can never be silenced
An idea
Is a like a flower
Crush it
It may fall
Its petals blown away in the wind
But the pollen
it will gently land
And from that idea
Many more will grow
An idea
Can never be crushed
It only makes it grow harder
Where ever the wind blows
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