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Isaace Sep 2023
Now I rest, for here I build heaven,
Within this chimney, on the edge of infinity.
Here I shall find a place for my idyl,
Down by where the corn fields lead.
That which I sow shall not be forgotten,
Lest I grow weary of my Harvest deeds.
And that which is dead shall reresurrection!—
Abundance! abundance!—
Like the changing of the autumn leaves.
Cné Sep 2017
~
Rainbows in a sky of blue
with clouds of grey beyond,
Ripples lapping lilypads,
upon a golden pond,

Just above me and you
Blanketing our passion
As our loving ensues
The sky watches us on

A cool breeze on a summer's day,
my love within my arms,
Clouds that block the blazing sun,
a coyish smile that charms,

All these things and more I dream
when sleep mine eyes doth close,
But most of all, a peace within,
and love that always grows.

~
A collaboration with Palmer
Cné Aug 2017
As our dew points match, lead me out into the open moonlight
Then take my hand and come with me to share this glorious night

Sin smiling Angels look down on us in the night's cocoon
Safely sheltered beneath his broad shoulders our bodies completely attune

Her pale skin denied The moonbeams as I eclipses them above her
Shivering to the cadence of the night with the moonlight as a ******

The cool night air hasn't chilled her warm summer lips
The stars reflected in our eyes, each shimmering thoughts a kiss

Ethereal night mist rises from our slowly moving bodies
His warmth tastes of golden light, dancing to simple melodies

Shimmering in dusk's glow the rapture subsides in a glistening shudder
Splendorous waves of euphoric flood, as we complete each other as lovers
to the tune of AC/DC "Touch Too Much"
thank you Palmer for the dance
https://hellopoetry.com/palmer/
MARK RIORDAN May 2017
CLIVE PALMER IS NOW ILL
AND CANT REMEMBER ANYMORE
TWO BUSINESS MEN FROM THE PAST
BOTH TRIED THE SAME SCORE


THEY ALL HAVE RUN THEIR
COMPANY INTO THE GROUND
WHERE DID ALL THE MONEY GO
NEVER MORE TO BE FOUND


ITS NOW THE CREDITORS AND WORKERS
THAT NOW ALL HAVE TO MISS OUT
BECAUSE CLIVE PALMER HAS LOST HIS MEMORY
AND DOSEN'T KNOW WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT


WHEN WILL THESE HIGH FLYERS LEARN
TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR WHAT THEY HAVE DONE
INSTEAD OF LOOSING THEIR MEMORY
AND ONLY THINKING OF NUMBER ONE
ANOTHER HIGH FLYER IN AUSTRALIA IS IN COURT BUT HE IS ILL AND LOST HIS MEMORY HOW CONVENIENT
THE WORKERS AND CREDITORS ALWAYS MISS OUT. WHERE DID ALL THE MONEY GO.
Micheal Wolf Apr 2017
Throughout history the wolves have always been at the door
Always waiting for an opertune moment to strike
Be they wolves disguised, or in plain sight
Always there
Always waiting

But there have always been men and women who step up to face them
without question
Shepherds in another way

A thin blue line stood between all that we cherish and those who would take that away, one attack at a time.

One of that blue line stood and did his duty.
He stood where others ran
He looked into the eyes of the wolves and did not falter
He stood fast to protect his sworn flock
He died in a battle for good.
Keith Palmer
The Good Shepherd

— The End —