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Birthdays are over and done,
october skies have moved on,
and brought us late november winds
we close our eyes to our unwanted truths
but....when we wake up, they're still there
they're too lazy to scamper away from us

so, we paint our minds with positive  occurrences
regardless of how people and circumstances
burst our balloons,
and bring down our festoons
some people make our spirits soar
...they make our days less dour
we wish to spend time with them
we would do, give anything on any term
just to experience moments with them,
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even just for a thanksgiving night,
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forget for a while our collapsed goals
.............which have turned to debacles
for, their fruition have become impossible
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in our hearts, these dreams hide.
...they live on in our mind,
until God knows when...
it makes me think,
"time is always behind me
like......a shadow, warning me.."
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so tonight,
after stuffed turkey, cranberry sauce and wine
and veggies, and coffee and apple pie,
i'd go out for a while, wear a thick sweater
and find the moon
full or crescent, it won't matter
if it doesn't show up...the stars would be there
i'll sing my song.....and start my dance
til i can no longer put up with the cold
and i will have to seek warmth inside.

Sally

Copyright November 23, 2017
rrab
Wrote this while listening to
Van Morrison's MOONDANCE.
I wish you blue sky
Good coffee , warm relations -
and hot mincemeat pie
German chocolate cake , deviled eggs
Oyster dressing and eggnog with a sprinkle of nutmeg
Pumpkin pie with a dapple of -
whipped cream
I wish you spiced apples and -
sweet holidays dreams* ...
Copyright November 22 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Spread hatred from your pointless blame
Make the whole world dread your name
Tell them that they all should bow
Before the one who shows them how
To paint the godless skies in gray
To answer prayer despair dismay
Inside the empty palms and psalms
Still ringing in your ears like bombs
That you scream dagger shards of glass
And spill it with a vicious slash
Then fade into the numb expanse
Of Navaraj’s fateful dance
Feel free to fear the great unknown
All judgments are but stick and stone
And time presents the only truth
As decomposing flesh and bone
Back to the Earth we all call home
We live to die, and die alone
                                                    alone
                                                                ­alone
*And then we roam...
 Nov 2017 Tammy M Darby
The Noose
Dust and Dead Weight
Shrouded in anguish
Marked by shame
Violent air in weary bones
Bathing in these
Waning threads of light
Vermillion mark
Were the heart used to be
Hyper, abandoned on the water
Rosy and disquieting
Tedious ricochet
Sacrificial devotion
The dizzying indecision
The paper thin backbone
Always the backbone  

Everything once gentle
Now littered with thorns
It always ends here
Dust and dead weight.
into the abyss of envy he
*fell

it gobbled him down in its
well

the desire to be the class
act
tormented his resentment
tract

they of quills superb of
skill
outshone the poseur's paltry
till

he hankered for what they
held
yet alas his penning so bad in
meld

at espying their brilliance of
verse
the ground swallowed him up as a
purse

jealousy he'd never ever
subdue
of the green hue there'd be an enduring
*due
I wanna explain these voices to the deaf
If I could just stand in the Sea of Tranquility momentarily ,
searching for my minds bread
I should lose contact with everyone for a spell
I should really explore this heaven or hell fairytale
Write a book of poetic gibberish , put it on a pyre ,
tell everyone it's been great then self immolate
Bite a barrel and ride the light forever ,
**** this world with all its restriction ,
find a path to escape this perdition* ...
Randolph L Wilson 11/15/ 2017
a
chap
at
a
poetry
site
asked
a
poetess
to
send
him
her
silk
*******
well
his
request
didn't
go
down
too
well
she
was
shocked
by
the
audaciousness
of
him
wanting
her
tail
coverings
the
thought
did
cross
her
mind
that
he
was
of
the
cross-dressing
kind
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