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CJ   2016

Thanks for all you dear poetry friends

Kindred spirits

all of you

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Weary of being broken
My wings are tired of flight
Weakening the soul for my fight

Drowning from being broken
The tears are more than I fear
Needing you to see my eyes and hear

Do I give up because I’m broken
My heart is overwhelmed and almost dark
But I must hold on to the lantern of my smallest spark
I'm just tired.
Lord---

Help me

to slow down.

To breathe.

Deep.

To sway.

Like young trees

in the gentle breeze.

To the rhythm

of life.

Called

rest.

(edited)
God's plans are but never late
On cue, he'll thus quell thy thirst
Fact being for he knows thy fate
Whilst in him thee lay thy trust


©
Kikodinho Alexandros**
21st September 2016
May his name in perpetuity be praised!
 Oct 2016 Gracie Knoll
Pax
smile
 Oct 2016 Gracie Knoll
Pax

.
a smile is just like a ball
it bounce from person to person
with the right
friction
.

*



© Pax
just a quote
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Thank you everyone. It was a tough year for me. As you have known, i lost a parent a few months ago. Coming back here and writing  is like starting all over again. Smile was inspired on how i wear it on my daily routine in the office, even in tough times. This shows that i still have strengh and will to move forward. So i greatly appreciate everyone's support.
Up the steep steps
as you reach the age old fort,
you breathless behold
the green valley down below
and that magnificent mound of rock
by the name Robinson Hill.

In the sweet silence of birds' chirping,
the winds reek of rifles and gun smoke
and you hear not the rustling leaves
but bullets echoing all over the valley
one more down, another down
as they held the fort till fell breathless
passing into tombs and memorials
you read to pause for a breath
up above the green valley
where the grasses grew over the blood.
Duar War (1865) declared by the British on the Bhutanese.
Inadequately armed and outnumbered, the Bhutanese fought gallantly at the Buxa Fort, Duars before falling to the might of a superior army.
A visit to the Buxa Fort in April, 2016 inspired this write.
Petal by petal
her beauty unfolded,
her soul was revealed.

By Lady R.F ©2016
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