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May the bright light

Which forms a shadow

Around the moon,

Shine its gentle glowing shadow

Forever

Around all of you!

By Lady R.F ©2016
Were it as good
As before
I would have not
Sought after more

The stimulant dies
In despair
Surely you're not afraid
To get back out there

I once lived in a cage
Perhaps I've felt
Your rage
Push it down
Deep inside
Don't take hurt
   For a ride...
Traveler Tim
This is truly a heartless poem.
I don't mean any offense to my lonely friends.
It was when the last leaf fell
That I first met you
A glimmer of warmth
In the nip of winter
A burst of colour
In a world buried in white

A gentle breeze
In a world of whirling discord

And I can still hear you whisper
Every time the wind blows
I still see the ripples of your irises
Within the swirls the flakes dance
As I venture familiar sights
Without you

It was when the snowflakes last waltzed
That I first fell for the winter within your eyes,
Your heart of ice and snow
Despite the void you left behind,
I will always feel your spirit under winter skies
Because I know you're somewhere up there
Dancing among the flakes
Does this count as a short story?
The economy is horrible
Hillary is horrible,
Her husband disagrees with her,
so does Bernie,
women are horrible,
me, I'm deplorable,
but NO ONE
respects 'em more than I do
& I mean nobody
yeah just grab 'em by the *****
though you'll never find a quote
that I said,
Mexicans are a problem too,
so we're gonna make a bunch of money,
build a wall,
no limits on assault weapons,
be friends with Putin,
sleep wid' him...hehe,
I gotta plan,
make America great again,
build a really BIG wall
have 105% GDP they say,
I don't believe 'em,
they're liars,
so is Hillary,
she's a nasty, nasty woman,
I may or may not
except the election results,
I'm.gonna keep you in the dark,
sure I'm gonna be a great president,
I run an amazing company,
don't know **** about politics,
but run it my way
and we're all sure to go
to hell
in a handbasket.

***?
Say WHAT?
I don't think so,
Deplorable man,
Emotional infant.
Such a big bafoon,
yes he's dangerous,
we can't let it happen,
& that hair,

Seriously,
I can't even go there.

Ma Cherie © 2016
Seriously I just can't.
Of all the places
she sought to hide
She only found one
safe place inside
in dancing images
where the poetry
resides.
I do not need,
nor do I ever want
anyone to quiet or silence my mind...

I want to paint a picture
with every colour
that is alive,
that is screaming out loud,
that is dying to come out proud,
whilst it resides inside me.

The only way
that I can possibly do this articulately
is by speaking the only fluent language
that I know - the language of Poetry.

~ I only speak Poetry.

By Lady R.F ©2016
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