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A rose, they say,
will have its thorn
Which won't
destroy nor ****
It only serves to
give its bloom

A scent that's
sweeter still.



SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/12/2008
It was a week of miracles
Christmas til New Year's Day
WWI was put on hold
And Peace had final say!

There they were in trenches
Only feet apart
German soldiers lifted song
Then the Brits would start

Singing Christmas carols
They lit candles for to light
The faces of the warriors
Who wished to
End war's night

One by one they exited
The trenches with hands raised
Saying, "Don't shoot!
We are unarmed!"
Then more & more... unfazed!

The shook hands,
Told Christmas tales
As every soldier sang!
They knew it was a miracle
And their laughter rang!

And so for a wondrous week
They shared this hearty mirth
It's a tale of greatest hope...

Goodwill and Peace on Earth!


SøułSurvivør
12/26/2017
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MERRY CHRISTMAS!
& HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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 Dec 2017 Poetic T
Kelly Rose
A kind word,
Thought or deed
Lifts one’s spirit
Turning a moment
Or a day around
How blessed am I
To have had such
A generous gift
Bestowed upon me
Reminding me of
Life’s little pleasures and
Shedding light on
This dark weary soul

Kelly Rose
© June 23, 2017
Thank you PPx for your generous heart
 Dec 2017 Poetic T
Kelly Rose
Stripped bare
Exposed
To the core
The echoes are silenced
And truth is revealed
In that moment
Truth’s light caressed me
Before retreating
Within echoes' shadow

Kelly Rose
© October 13, 2017
 Dec 2017 Poetic T
Jay
Damaged people love you like a crime scene
Before any crime had been committed
They kept their running shoes right next to their souls every night
One eye opened in case something changed whilst they were asleep

Damaged people love in the most broken way
Damaged people love in the most gentle way
Damaged people do not love
Damaged people love too much

Their backs are always too tense, too tight
Made this way from carrying too many broken things
Because we all know broken things are the heaviest
Just look the weight of a broken heart

Damaged people will love that too
Damaged people love broken things
Because they remind them of themselves

Damaged people take broken things
And love them to the end
Trying to find that one broken thing
That will fit their cracks.

Damaged people love so well

They love like this because they have already seen Hell
And they know that every evil demon
Was once an angel before they fell.
Windows were once green
bricks fabulous red
upon the wall daylight
glowed like newlywed!

So lovely did it stand
the toy house in the moon
did it ever happen
didn't it end too soon?

Words were fewer then
wild thoughts ran galore
of mysteries now boxed up
behind tightly shut door!

Who stole the girl cutest
was it time or a man
that left her robed whitest
spinning the widow's yarn!

What really it yields
the house that once was red
with love and bricks was built
then broke and never remade!
On going back to the childhood house, Dec 6, 2017, 1 pm
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