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 Feb 2022 D Allaire
Katie
There's a girl in my mirror
And she cares about me.
Far more than I ever did myself.

Her eyes are as blue as the purest river,
And the light inside dances ever free.
She's happy, without love or wealth.

Her smile is as bright as a starlit sky,
She's beautiful, because she's happy,
Far happier than I've been myself.

And she's reaching a hand out, a little shy,
She wants me to take it and finally see,
That our happiness comes from ourself.

Because that girl in the mirror is me.
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 Feb 2022 D Allaire
David R
"He'd never annex Crimea," said political analysts.
Until the day he did.
"War in the Donbas? Never!" opined the seasoned journalists.
Then there was. Just because.
"He'd never do it to Ukraine,"
said geriatrics sans a brain.
Then flushed their opinion down the drain
Three times burnt,
You'd think they'd learnt
The word 'never' doesn't apply
to the Kremlin's mighty guy
Yet, "He'd never press the button!"
Mouth politicians over their mutton.
While world watches, eyes incredulous
West End movie in slow-motion
As the Monster, persistent, sedulous,
void of feeling and emotion,
presses button, rings the death-knell,
smiles as east and west do flounder
pulls the rope, rings the death-bell
on humanity to fall and founder
to burn in fire with their hater
the world a crisp on incinerator.
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 Feb 2022 D Allaire
Thomas Steyer
Nobody thought it possible
In a world now more aware
It needed to be shown to us
Wladimir Putin ain't all there

The matter is so serious
I need to say things as they are
Don't care for it to rhyme or not
Important is it comes out clear

You are a little so and so
Mean, nasty, wicked and most vile
Your mother can't be proud of you
She might turn in her grave and cry

There is nobody who likes you
Just go away and eat some worms
The big fat and juicier ones
And feel how they wiggle and squirm!
 Feb 2022 D Allaire
nivek
encased within flesh and bone
skin suit to meet the world
come face to face with stars
and sleep the sleep of death

to sing from mottled lips
the song of the Butterfly
renewed, resurrected,
off into the spirit world.
 Feb 2022 D Allaire
Grace
dread
 Feb 2022 D Allaire
Grace
the word for when
you're so afraid
that when days end
they're gone forever -

always before bed
i feel this dread
as if tomorrow
will not have this again.

i hate that feeling
it is like standing at the edge of a cliff, wavering
between how beautiful and how long the drop
My window seemed to have been stuck in snow mode...
For all I could see were snowflakes...
All day long...
Now the window is on night mode...
The moon and stars took over...
They must be brave to be outside on a night this cold...
A night where all I can think of is to contemplate the cheery fireplace...
I'm enjoying the flames dancing to the wind...
After a while I decided to look outside again...
And I see all the snow out there...
It looks bright because of the moonlight...
And I suddenly feel the urge to go outside...
To be company for the moonlight and the snow...
Even if it's cold...
It is still a beautiful view...
I suppose that is one of the secrets of life...
Enjoy and admire all you can see...
So off I go...
I am going Snow dancing...
My hands will be cold when I come back...
So I may not be able to write more today...
Perhaps I will continue tomorrow...
For now I will dance to the music of the wind...
Following the rhythm of the blinking stars...
Life is about dancing at all what makes you happy...
 Feb 2022 D Allaire
Daksh
In my head
 Feb 2022 D Allaire
Daksh
I am made of dreams,
the world is not for me

_everything _ that's not me
I am the life that I will never live
or I'll ever be
In my head, I'm not me

In my head, I'm some person I met
or I'm with a girl I really like,
a careless 13 year old with lots of homework
and nothing to do on a sunday afternoon

Meeting everyone until I will find me
Like the earth and the moon...
Who gravitate together...
Or like the night and the stars...
Who come and go together...
Or a bird and its shadow...
Flying together...
Or a rose and its petals...
Blooming together...
Or the morning and the mist...
Greeting the sunrise together...
There is no better friendship than that of a  mother and daughter...
A bond stronger than all the gravitational pull...
Or all the stars together...
It is an eternal bond...
All the rose petals together would not be enough to describe that bond...
But that is OK...
Mother and daughter are like a rose and a petal...
So Unique and special...
This is a tribute to two best friends...
 Feb 2022 D Allaire
Whit Howland
There's a whistle blast
on the wings
of a guitar string

followed

by a mountain of mirth
joy and a little dirt
under our nails

as we ride the rails
you and I with an occasional dance
to distract us

from the cup of joe and fact
that we are flying
by the seat of our pants
Absurdism and homage to a fantastic comedian and singer.
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