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The hand that signed the paper felled a city;
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
These five kings did a king to death.

The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder,
The finger joints are cramped with chalk;
A goose's quill has put an end to ******
That put an end to talk.

The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever,
And famine grew, and locusts came;
Great is the hand the holds dominion over
Man by a scribbled name.

The five kings count the dead but do not soften
The crusted wound nor pat the brow;
A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven;
Hands have no tears to flow.
 Mar 2021 Terra Levez
Robert Fox
“The Owl and The Fox”

Silvery white shines the moon tonight

As the sea caresses the shore

And rain slips through the door

The wind roars aloud

At a ship sailing on a cloud

My safety seems so weak

For these walls are all i seek

To guard against these forces strong

But my safety will not last for long

This hope I abandon in all

And pray to God to catch my fall

His hand i do not feel

Though his help I know is real

My castle is gone

Standing alone I feel so wrong

Secluded on this sandy stretch

I look to my right and to my left

Then looking to the water black

I see a face that has no lack

Of terror and fear

That drowning is near

Forgetting all thats been lost

Saving them is my only thought

Plunging into the icy sea

I try to save them as i tried to save me

Kicking back in hope of life

The waves cease their strife

And the wind sinks in its icy knife

Looking down to face this man

I see it was a woman i brought to land

Taking her hand

I lift her from the sand

Staring at me she opens her lips

Then speaks in a voice not honeyed or crisp

Never the less her speech I can tell

Is the voice of an angel chiming as a bell

I try to let go of her hand lily white

But she holds on so very tight

And whispers so slight

Nine words in my ear

That I could barely hear

“Thank you for saving me

my gallant gray knight”

Heart skipping a beat I knew that I would

Love only her for as long as I could.

I'm sure you can see

Even though this may be

A story far off way out in the sea

I still hope in my heart its about you and me.

From The Fox, To The Owl
I write to you
in the darkest spot
of the room that holds me
far away from you.

I write to you
despite the heavy chains
that tie my thirsty hands
and heart and veins.

I write to you,
my long lost love,
with the candlelight
from a thousand miles away.

And with every word I write,
and through tears and cries,

I wish
          I hope
                     I pray.



//A
“I hope I keep you up at night,

with spiders in your head.

Crawling through your tired brain

with all the lies you said.
Did you hang me in the closet?

Did you bury me in dirt?

You and I, you see, we share this beating heart of hurt.
Some of us are tossed aside,
sun bleached on the road.

A lie, a broken skeleton, to lie without a home.
A serpent twists through empty eyes,
winding through the nose.

I will live forever

in the ink  of written woes.”

3:27 a.m, Thursday, March 26, 2015
- j.d
 Mar 2021 Terra Levez
Acme
You have to see the garden of my broken heart.
Everything is old as dirt itself and the biggest
Sunflowers and Roses and Trees split clear in two.
Tears grow love in barren soil.
I thought I was loveless until I met
her walking from the garden
with rose blood dripping
from her fingers for the unloved
to finally taste love. I did.
 Mar 2021 Terra Levez
Zoe
sing
 Mar 2021 Terra Levez
Zoe
we write poetry
in different
languages,
yours in
music
and mine in
pain
 Mar 2021 Terra Levez
Chandy
A comedian
Upon the stage
Prancing and dancing
Acting deranged
Yet once the audience departs
They sit alone
Hoping their fans heard the message
They were trying to impart
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