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A mystical lake
deep in a hidden forest
simmering sunsets
ferns swaying softly in the shallows
there lived a bevy of Swans
content in their surrounding of tranquility
both graceful and majestic, except for one
the ugliest swan, draped in muddy black
tolerated, he would swim amongst the others
quietly, he lived in his tears
for the one he admired the most
stayed far away
on the other side of the lake
It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse is available on Amazon.com.  It's raw and gritty, powerful writing.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DY4XDQYC
The stranger is no longer there
but now familiar brown eyes and soul to bare
He came back home a new man for me
So glad the stranger I no longer see

Now he doesn't want to take me down
but let's me be the queen I am and wear my crown

Now he brings light love and hope
and no longer uses alcohol to cope

No longer the liar I use to know
No longer the stranger with fear and woe

So glad the stranger is gone
now my husband is back with me at home
No longer is he a stranger to me
So glad the stranger I no longer see
This poem will make more sense if you read my other poem from 2020
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3886435/the-stranger/  
alcohol is a disease that makes the person do things they would not normally do and become a stranger to their loved ones. My hope is that everyone who is suffering from this can get some help.
tawny leaf-littered
autumn's cold chill
amber sun, filtered
one tree, one hill

smoky-water rains
water scented earth
heart-loss pains
worms unearth'd

bristled seeds drift
sunset winds, rest
fluff and dust admidst
a heaving chest

sun-warmth falter
cloud coats gold
body upon an altar
everything turns cold
Remember they're monsters

Not just in theory, but really

It's no longer about the evidence

(If it ever was...)

But a call to collusion

They want you silent

Unless you recite after them

So they can write papers

On pipe dreams
I've never written a limerick.
Thinking of it makes me sick.
Better a sonnet
or a woman upon it.
Maybe, I'll just play with my ****.
lol.  Just having fun.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICWIGqf62Kw
poetry reading on you tube by Thomas W. Case
That year caterpillars ate
The Cabbages-

No soup but
A flighty crop

Of White-Winged
Butterflies
Dithering disgracefully a picture of lament,
Is Europe today in its squabbling dissent.
Since the fall of the Nazis, refusing to pay
Relying instead on the US of A.
Defenseless they've haggled, combined they've complained
Re defense obligations they've jointly abstained...
Relying on NATO's nuclear display....
Of a generous umbrella from the old USA.

Oh I give you some leeway, with finances thin
And unhappiness generated by squabbling within?
And of course there's the token of French "Force de Frappe"
Though it's seen better days and it's really now crap?
And the Pommies all boast of their maritime past
But in terms of its usefulness...it's now rated last?
The one shining light is the "JEF" in the North
Of a 10 nation Joint Expeditionary Force.

Russia lurks with implacable lust,
Saliva dripping from insatiable tusk,
Putin's cold eye on Poland, so near,
Building on Ukraine's dank, ravaged fear,
Well knowing that with Trumps foul play
And Europe, too late, and in stark disarray?
The time to pounce is, today, well on nigh....
God help us all if the ******, missiles fly?

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
JEF: Joint Expeditionary Force formed ten years ago to protect the Northern nations and dissuade Russian adventurism. ;Initially comprised of UK, Lithuania, Estonia Latvia, Netherlands Norway and Denmark then recently joined by Finland, Sweden and Iceland.

Nobody knows exactly how they will effectively defend the North against the Russian aggression... but in forming this alliance of nations they have commenced the move toward the formation of an Independent European Defense Force....A definite move in the right direction.....But is it too little, too late?
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