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Sara Dec 2019
She makes mountains out of molehills,
being soft like mud yet hard as nails.

A crumb sits on the table top,
whilst coffee drips just like rain drops-
forget me not, guess I forgot -
He really made me laugh a lot
and cry and sing and shake and scream
it could have been the death of me.

From eye to page, from page to pen
with love stretched out from end to end
I wave goodbye to life back then
like needle breaking free from thread
Realising: As long as you make sense to you, you're good
Masha Yurkevich Dec 2019

A

t
a
l
l


clear

glass
of
water.

Crystal clear,
smooth and cool,
it's standing there,
waiting for you.

You take a sip,
waiting for the
moment...


You wince.

What happened?

Where is the cool, crispy, smooth sensation?

Who knew that such an attractive, cool, and clear
glass of water
could be so nasty?

From the outside,
it had looked so good,
so ready.

But it was unknown
that the water
was full of salt.

Similar to water,
we humans are too.

We can look kind and sweet,
but be rude untrue.


Inspired when I unknowingly drank a glass of salty water.
Sean Achilleos Dec 2019
When someone gives you something special
Be glad if you can't return the favour
For greater shall be their reward

Give without expecting

Be happy when people discuss you
It's a sign that you've got something they wish to have

Smile even when sad
It will confuse your enemies

Never make a promise you can't keep
It's better to say no
And later change your mind
Than to say yes
And not to do what you had promised

The light and the dark
Are as far from each other
As the north is from the south
East from west
Yet they are undeniably aware of each other

Avoid telling lies
Your memory might fail you

To have faith to believe in the impossible
To know that hope exists
Because we live in an imperfect world
For if it was perfect
There would be no need for hope

And above all
Love with all your heart
As if your life depends on it

S. Achilleos
10 December 2019©
S. Achilleos
10 December 2019©  
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Bugs Spencer Dec 2019
Wings flowing back and forth
Keeping little butterfly up
Wind challenging the little insect
Strong breezes tumbling

To the north
The little butterfly must go
The road not easy nor perfect
No time for bumbling

The bees may rumble and bumble
But not little butterfly
Little butterfly is silent and graceful
Now which of the two survives?
Sometimes I feel like a bee being loud and obnoxious. Other times I feel as if I am the butterfly keeping to myself; floating through life quietly. There is a time and place for both. If you are a bee at the wrong time you pay the consequences. If you are a butterfly at the wrong time you miss out on certain opportunities in life.
Of all the tools which I might use
To help my wealth to grow
My mind is first - it’s what I choose,
The best tool that I know

I can collect ideas from friends
Not “reinvent“ the wheel
I can reap wholesome dividends
Creating something real

This world will always gladly pay
For things which they desire
And my best tool provides a way
To “think” what they require

And with my mind I work to build
Increased life for every soul
With my best tool I will grow skilled
And reach my dreams and goals
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Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
We walk around expectations
Dressed in shades of sadness colored blue
Smiles that keep us glued together
Not matching the rest of our hue

Our eyes betray silent agony
The stormy secrets hidden well
Wash me clean or strip me bare
From this temporary hell

Chase happiness while you can
Do not think it can always wait
The day you get around to it
Could be one day too late
We walk around with sadness and smiles that do not match our eyes
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
The lies do not stop once they start
Know I'll eventually master the art
How long until they come apart?

I think it is time to come clean
Should never let fear be seen
No one know details of your routine

So go ahead and hide what is true
Sanity secretly an unlocked open zoo
You've all got answers but not one clue
Day 24: a poem unlike anything you've written before
Dylan McFadden Dec 2019
Sometimes more ought be reduced –
A selection of Best be made

For “many” and “much” make not a man,
Nor more of things the same

But something Good, and something True,
And frequent to it go

It’ll make a wise and learned man –
Devout and humble too
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