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Sequestered May 2016
Slandered
Without evidence;

Possessed
By seven demons.

Delivered
Into discipleship;

She didn't
Betray nor deny Christ;

Neither fled from
Garden, cross nor grave.

But the first
To herald His resurrection.
A brevity poem inspired by the person of  Mary Magdelane.    
Who was Mary Magdelane really.    Was she the ******* everybody assumes.  What is her story?

"Thirteenth" was penned in 30 carefully selected words exactly
Peter J Thomas May 2016
I see,

I saw,

I've seen

Before.

I am,

I can,

I'm just,

A man.

I fear,

A foe,

I'll never
Peter J Thomas May 2016
Day follows night,

Follows fear,

Follows fright,

Follows you,

Follows right,

Fear the day,

Dread the night.
Peter J Thomas May 2016
Far
Tomorrow calls

As midnight falls,

Darkness consumes the light,

Tomorrow's here

It's my worse fear,

I still feel far from right............
Peter J Thomas Apr 2016
Lackadaisically lazy,

Freethinking state-of-mind,

Purposively pensive,

Generously kind.



Occasionally cautious,

Heavy set, a belting beard,

Despicably dizzy,

And wonderfully weird.
Peter J Thomas Apr 2016
I bought myself a bonsai tree,

But little did I know,

Whilst it started off quite little,

You should have seen it grow
Peter J Thomas Apr 2016
My friend she is in hospital,

She's feeling not too great,

They say her heart is beating,

At a most peculiar rate,



So they've given her some medicine,

And told that she must rest,

They will have to keep her wired up,

I suppose that they know best.



I wonder what the cause is,

To make her so unwell,

It's a good job I'm no doctor,

As I don't think I could tell.



Perhaps she is too stressed out,

Perhaps work is too hard,

Perhaps it is the whiskey,

And the late night poker card.



Perhaps it is the pizza,

Served hot with nice cold beer,

That is the reason she is there,

And sadly not  back here.



I hope that you feel better soon,

And are back to your mad best,

Chatting like a monkey on speed,

But for now, it's time to rest.
Peter J Thomas Apr 2016
I cannot face tomorrow,

Nor can I live today,

Something has to change soon,

I can't go on this way.
Peter J Thomas Apr 2016
Too much noise,

Deafening

Sound,

Fills my head,

Whilst

Wandering round,

At times I fear,

My head

May pop,

Please make the noise,

Lessen

Then stop
Peter J Thomas Apr 2016
Tulips standing tall and proud,

Of colours different to the crowd,

I wonder what I'm going to see,

When the tulips time is history.
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