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 Jan 2020 Lorraine Colon
Tom D
Fancy the bare tree of January
As the Sorcerer’s magic brush
There to paint a Winter’s gray sketch
As a fresh and vibrant landscape of Spring
WHEN BLOOD WAS RED

Old pictures in black and white
where mud was thick and grey
men scrambling over
makeshift walls
shot to bits and lying dead

when blood was red

grainy videos with no colours
cannons roar with white flash
shrapnel tearing flesh
severing limbs
men in fear run facing led

when blood was red

fields of poppies sway in grey
never blue skies in these days
no sunshine only fog
or swirling mist
living every day in dread

when blood was red
WW1 we seem to think in black and white.
But make no mistake...the blood was red.
Look not at skin
Frowning pale, wearing thin
Or at eyes staring through red rims.
Be kind to hair receding
And a stomach breathed in
For I am more than flesh and bones.
Blow out the candle
Make believe that I am he
Come with perfect love
For your new body.
Perhaps it is meant to be,
that I must bear alone as such,
all these blazing passions for thee.
Nevertheless, I know this much,
my true love for you will never die.

Beauty is never all physical
perfected it is quite mystical
also mental and emotional.
so let us see what lies beneath.

Come to me as evening falls
the voice of darkness calls
out to you my long awaited
guiding light of love.

Enfold me just as you are
at sundown, the first star
that glows for me all night.
By day, once more you are...

…. my sunshine bright.
This truth is in each of us,
let’s never let it go astray:
it is our path - marked in love
our hearts will point the way.

Tobias
If only I was in your dreams
we could alter the fabric of time
and bring our thoughts into reality

I could feel your every breath
and live within your existence forever
 Jan 2020 Lorraine Colon
Traveler
Is there any buddy out there?

Am I the only one?

Could this be the end?

Is this site said and done?

Shall I post 1 million words and read them to myself

Shall I write 1 million poems and place them on a shelf

Within the womb
With in the mother
Have I yet to discover
Light beyond the darkness
Forcing me to breathe
Is there anybody out there
Or am I all alone
Life is but a dream
We cannot control
........
TT
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