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I was never told
To behold

The tears
Carrying all my fears

To let them flow
For the glow

To pay the price
For snatching the prize

To let someone die
On the mere roll of the die

I was never told
To behold

The dance of the fairies
Amongst fires in the prairies

Of the sacrifice
For the fool’s paradise

I was never told
To behold

The danseuse death
In her fight with fate

The glory bequeath
With the fory dead

I was never told

To prepare myself
To fight herself

To wrench my prize
From someone her size

I was never told
To behold

People’s fate
In someone’s gait

To let the decision
Be forsaken of vision

I was never told
To behold

The dance of the dead
As if they had never bled

Their waking up again
Out of deign not disdain

I was never told
To behold

The history being rewritten
And the mysteries being smitten..
I was never told.
Ken Pepiton Dec 2020
484 lines intended as Artistic Interpretation of peace defeating war, in my mind, for today.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qx4E9PuF5jAxrFNFzEHn17dZCLkyFTr0qtmv4pI5cN4/edit?usp=sharing

The link is sharable and artsy criticism with generational contentions requested, if I offend, I wish to know if it was where intended.
Thanks, dear reader, I am nothing without you pulling on my threads.
Beckie Davies Dec 2020
I told the truth when all we had to go on was lies
Though the truth had no real value because deception had been glamorised

I acted with integrity and I did what I knew to be right
You put on your crafty masquerade and collected deceit's first prize
because we all know immorality is so often rewarded
Beckie Davies Oct 2020
You have the power to ****
I have the power to birth your babies
First prize goes to me
taking first prize for power
Orakhal Sep 2020
nothings
more a turn away

than a love 
that is wanting one to stay

run as quickly as the wind
if  you feel your loves a prize to win
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2020
If love was not hard
It would not be rewarding
Trophies must be earned
It wouldn't be a prize if anyone could win it
Poetic T Apr 2020
An attitude of purrfect proportions.
              But those,
                              come to stroke me
                                                      eyes..

Yo­u smile until there guest scampers
              over your feet "surprise,
Zack Ripley Sep 2019
Second chances are pots of gold at the end of a rainbow.
But we treat them like a prize from a box of ******* jacks;
Cherished one minute, then the next we put it back.
Not taking things for granted is easier said than done.
But if you get a second chance, treat it like it's the only one
Bhill Jan 2020
Each day we are here should be loved with great cheer
Should be prized as a win as we set out to begin
To begin a new day is a prize I would say
Honor this chance to spread love in your dance...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 6
Find your own life dance
M Grant Teague Dec 2019
The prize
The prize
That was not the prize

There is a hot sting not to wear gold
Nor silver, nor copper, nor soft satin

There is a gnawing hunger
Not to gain,
Check,
Dollar,
Nor nickel.

But
The prize
The prize
Those were not the prize

I crave that first voice
That tongue dancing my song
Those lips kissing my ink
Those teeth chewing in ecstasy
The words I wrote
Just me
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