Keep These Broken Shards
Although the rice bowl might be broken
Way beyond repair
Don’t dare throw those shards away
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Take heed my friend and listen to these words
Then do precisely as I say
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Sew one piece discretely
Inside the sleeve of your kimono
Then place another in my pillow
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Wear one
Wrapped in silk and leather
Loosely tied around your ankle
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Together
These three things will keep forever
All bad spirits and poor lovers
From your bedroom
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: even when broken.. some things still have their uses...
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- User favorite of this poem: Michael Edwards.
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Comments6
Love the simplicity of this delightful write - so original and a sure fave - first for several months.
How very kind of you Michael... many thanks indeed... Neville
I didn't get the hang of this. I sat on a shard instead, then sang high! doh!
maybe you need to take more care and or pay more attention
This reminds me of something I remember hearing once. And now it is buzzing in my head.
Broken shards like 'collisions' help us grow
thank you for taking time to consider these word sylviasearcher.. much appreciated, I can tell ya...N
I did exactly a bid. So far it is keeping all sorts of lovers from my bedroom. Should i break more crocs?
absolutely.. and if things are still the same after you smashed through the family heirloom tea service and stuff.. try washing ya mouth out with garlic... if that dont work give us a bell and I will send someone over... cheers
Superb write and thinking Neveille.
it seems we crossed in the air Goldfinch60.. thank you for popping in... N
An interesting and mystical write plunging the reader into the realm of supernatural possibilities.
Wow.. a win win then.. I shall reciprocate tomorrow. Night night my friend... Neville
Peace brother.
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