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I pick up the Maze Runner
I too am a Thomas

It is for my children
I try to keep my promise

Eliade knew the Labyrinth
He wrote of the Ordeal

Immature poets borrow
Mature poets steal

For the Commonweal.
9mm
I was back in my prison-- the four walls of my room.
Emotions were shooting like pistols.
My head is about to go boom.
A wish of,
more time to have said this.
And in perfect worlds,
time travel is an impossibility long solved.

But as is the case,
you say a thousand more words.
Still in time,
they'd have to meet their fate.
Even with all the time in the world,
feels like you've never said enough
At their very last breath.

The harsh truth of time
which taught us this.

Accept things as they are,
appreciate what was before.
Always the clock moving forward,
Such the lesson
And with time,
comes the acceptance.
What's your take from this.
These are the dreams on plasticine and we can twist them and rip them, strip them to the bone and with two colours, two tones,
we make our home in them, live them and love them like some men love mother because there's no one quite like her and there won't be another,
and as each dawn breaks the plasticine makes like it's neutral which to be fair is only normal.

They have a machine to make shapes from plasticine
but to make dreams you need imagination.
 Jan 2021 Martin Bond
Khoisan
Lotus
 Jan 2021 Martin Bond
Khoisan
The
sun came
for it's flower

she blushes in
the heat
of the
moment

her
petals
rouge from
a salmons pink

her joy always returns
with dew drops
of the dawn
that pearls
in the valley
of the rising sun

she is lotus my river of love.
For my wife
My lotus
My river of love
The setting Sun,
An empty beach,
Sand on my ****
Waves kissing and tingling my feet,
Gulping wild salty air.,
Nothing but happiness.
20/1/2021
 Jan 2021 Martin Bond
Kaitlin
Garbage bags
Tater tots
Black beans
Milk

This is a grocery list
not a poem.
But my brain is out of poems,
and the store is out of milk,
so maybe it is both.
Its just a grocery list.
 Jan 2021 Martin Bond
Traveler
Up all night!
Playing poetry
Writing my guitar
Today I’ll be
A falling star..

Oxymoronic
The caffeinated paradox
Traveler 🧳 Tim
i saw a little monkey in a big palm tree
sat there picking coconuts and bringing them to me
he put them in pile and put them nice and neat
then he got some more and laid them at my feet

he was very friendly and he just love to play
passing on the time in his monkey way
having lots of fun as happy as can be
this funny little fellow filled my heart with glee.
Dadi in Gujarati means grandmother,
Father''s mother
And daddy is father pronounced the same.
When my granddaughter was four she refused to call me Dadi,
Insisting her daddy was my son.
Tears swelled in her eyes,
So I pacified her,
I told her I was her daddy's mother so she could call me Dadima.
So I am Dadima to my son's children,
And  Nanima to my daughter's  children.
21/1/2021
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