This Poetry thing, I like to do
Just ain't getting anything new.
So I take a trip down memory lane...
And realise how much things have changed!
In a short amount of time.
The tide is turning
There seems no doubt
The swamp is draining
The cat is out..
Although, courtesy is allowed...
Who knows the truth of such allegations?
Lighting the darkness?
Sending shivers throughout the nation's?
Is peace now possible?
Time will tell, if for now we have escaped...
The stench of hell.
So thank you for that
Something new
A short scribble
Without a cue.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Never give up on peace .. not ever
Ah how the mind travels when searching for a topic and the muse is missing. Very nice
You’re one of my favorite poets on this site…
What you can adroitly pull from the bag with nary cue is fascinating, indeed. Rendered casually with tasteful imagery and an intriguing poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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