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Steve Oct 4
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
Steve Sep 29
There’s a hole in this cloud
Where the sun comes through
This lonely cloud
Dreams of you..

So you drift through minds
In the morning dew
The day resumes
And the cloud does too.
Steve Sep 16
We used to worry we’d peak to soon
Peeking in the light of a silvery moon
We used to hide under the sprawling shawl
Of a  lingering smokescreen
Trying to stay ever seen
Trying to be evergreen
Trying to keep warm and out of the rain
If only we were peak 15 again
If only time was the same.
  Sep 10 Steve
Elle H
You’ve got me locked up in this cage
My mouth full of dirt, my heart full of rage
I’ve been beggin n’ pleadin, won’t you let me go
The veins so tight, they’re gonna blow
You pick me up, then push me down
Hold me under, until I drown
I don’t understand the reasons why
You clip my wings, then demand I fly
You’ve got me nailed to your cross
A load to carry, when I feel so lost
I never know which way to turn
You stoke my flame, then watch me burn
The fare you serve, so sticky sweet
You fill my plate, but won’t let me eat
You light a candle, just out of reach
Is there a lesson, you’re tryin’ to teach?
I don’t know why, you love these chains
Like a man on fire, a heart deranged
Bound and gagged, seems the only way
To keep your angry beasts at bay
I’m a prisoner of your wild desires
…Trapped inside a lustful fire
You want to have, but not to hold
I’ve never felt…a fire as cold
Baby, baby, why can’t you see
What this torment does to me
Don’t you feel the loss of my decay
I’m a broken sparrow, trapped in a cage
  Sep 9 Steve
I am my own masterpiece
flawed and broken
but unique and irreplaceable.
Steve Sep 7
I like a tree
Trees are good
Nothing nicer than a walk in the wood
Small or tall, I like them all
Every lean evergreen
I’ve ever seen
Deciduousness with their autumn mess
They all breath life into the wilderness
I’ve never seen a tree
That would disagree with me
Or that greets the world more beautifully
It’s a home, a resource and a factory
Although I’m not so sure about the dentistry. (That one stings)
Lying in the dentist chair I had this thought
Steve Aug 30
Two similarly themed poems looking at the question of Scottish Independence and it’s symbolism.

Our Bonny Blue Flag

Our Bonny blue flag
She calls in the breeze
Rise up, rise up from your knees
The Saltire’s afire
Hope is aflame
She calls, she calls in our name
The time has come
Time to stand, time to stand free.

St Andrew

St Andrew’s cross
And why wouldn’t he be!
It’s the crux of the matter
The gate is slowly creaking open.
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