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 Nov 2020 Martin Bond
Bard
Money, can buy me anything
But if I had to name just one thing
It would have to be nothing

Some say love is all you can want
But all it ever left me was a haunt
A broken heart shriveled and gaunt

Maybe friends can make me smile
But they never want to stay awhile
Here one day gone in a mile
 Nov 2020 Martin Bond
Apollo
2020
 Nov 2020 Martin Bond
Apollo
February gone
March comes
Stay inside
Masks washing clean away
The months quickly flash
April
May
June
July
August
September
A job
School
All still inside
Masks masks masks
Clean, away
Death so much death not just from this pestilence
From other things
War
Suicide
October
Older
November
Still waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Will the waiting
Ever end?
 Nov 2020 Martin Bond
gilly
in the pink light
of the rainbow
naked, the scream
turns seven-coloured-

©gilly20190612
original in dutch
 Nov 2020 Martin Bond
Lexie
Mingle
 Nov 2020 Martin Bond
Lexie
Undress my heart
Let her feel the cold chill
Of November midnight winds
The howl of the coyote
Is music to her rhythm

In the caves,
Some moments frozen as graves...

The summer breeze
Lets them unfreeze

Holding the unison
Unfolding the cavern

The ego knelt
When the warmth is felt
Moments melt
The issue is delt

The time snoozes
The peace oozes....

Remained amiss
The warmth is bliss.....


 Nov 2020 Martin Bond
Cné
~
slip your fingers
where longing rages
deep between
my undiscovered
pages

-
 Nov 2020 Martin Bond
gilly
string
 Nov 2020 Martin Bond
gilly
clock swing, seconds sling
broken wing, hours cling, sound ring
breaks a spring, time thing-

©gilly20201119
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