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 Dec 2024 jules
Unpolished Ink
To be a poet
is not to burn the paper with your words
but to be heard,
when ink and page and pen are embers
it is the beauty one remembers
 Dec 2024 jules
mark jarrad
In Winter passing ..comes the Sun
For Winter Touches Everyone
From Darkened Skies ... to Everbright
Through Morning .. Afternoon and Night
Walk in Shadows ...that dissipate
Touched by Sunlight .. Do Not Wait
To Dwell in Darkness ... To Be Consumed
For then your Soul is surely Doomed.
 Dec 2024 jules
Celine
Begging
 Dec 2024 jules
Celine
I am on my knees begging for your mercy.
Lend me the sword you carry in your words and let me finish the deed myself, if you can’t find the strength to do it on your own.

Let me die with broken dreams but don’t let me hang onto impossibility
 Dec 2024 jules
Celine
Hair
 Dec 2024 jules
Celine
I remember you playing with my hair,
no comment,
no laughter.

It wasn't the usual way friends do it.

You looked at me with admiration,
with love,
playing with my hair with no explanation.
 Dec 2024 jules
vlt
void
 Dec 2024 jules
vlt
staring

aimlessly

into the void.



wonder

what could be

in the shadows?



nothing

everything

all that he wants?



maybe

possibly

he needs to know.



it's so

inviting

can he resist?



oh no,

it's got him,

he won't fight back.



drifting

out into

forever dark...



drifting

out into

oblivion.
 Dec 2024 jules
Jimmy silker
Gunboat diplomacy
Dynamite archeology
Unnecessary surgery
The way we mince our words
Virtual friends and views
Terrible ends
We refuse
To see as nothing
That could happen to us
As conflagration moves like water
Over an acrylic floor
Which morphs into a globe form
To welcome in the war.
 Dec 2024 jules
Lizzie Bevis
The stockings were hung,
but they fell off the wall,
The tree was so crooked,
it threatened to fall.
The cookies for Santa
got burnt to a crisp,
and Grandpa was snoring
with quite a loud lisp.

The cat ate the tinsel
and their whiskers did glow,
while reindeer-shaped lights
blinked sporadic and slow.
The wrapping paper ran out
halfway through,
so presents got covered
in the old Daily News.

But Christmas still came
with its usual cheer,
despite all the chaos
and Dad's missing beard.
For love and good spirits
cannot be undone,
by festive mishaps
and misguided fun.

©️Lizzie Bevis
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