Marie-Claire

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Thursday, August 31, 2006

Some Christians

Some Christians Are more equal than others Some make it Some fake it Some build bridges Some create rifts Some side with the Creator While some connive with the Destroyer All we have Is each other Which ever side Of the barrier We are on We are together For better Or for worse No choice in the... Sign in to see full entry.

Do we ever wonder why we write?

Do we ever wonder why we write? Is it to ponder or to skite? Why do we have so many writers Plying their ink at readers? Like the black and white clown Hiding behind an inky cloud? Shall we entertain the punter Leave them dying with laughter? No I just write to pass the time And leave the reader to... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

I speak the language

I speak the language Of flowers Picked in the early hours While the land Lies asleep in dew covered Mantle sparkling I speak the language Of rocks Ageless sculptures Hewn before The beginning of times Timeless treasures I speak the language Of clouds Floating freely In celestial kingdom Unfettered... Sign in to see full entry.

Do not dwell overly

Do not dwell overly On things gone by the by Put the past somewhere Where it cannot be reached Or catch you unawares Let it rest in real peace And float away at last Have no regrets Rehearse not the past Conversations Face the coming Spring With sweet sigh of relief The wings of dawn Will carry you... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

A place in the sun

A place in the sun To store away Its goodness A place where I can stay Forever When night comes I am not afraid For I know Darkness does not fall When I close my eyes I still see the sun Smiling at me Radiating warmth And hope. Sign in to see full entry.

I am a hoarder

I am a hoarder A borderline disorder Come look in my closet T’is full of untold clutter I collect rings, nails, paper clips Like long lost treasures And precious lolly wrappers Cause they got French jokes full of wit My life teeters On the tip Of serious madness Collected over many years I wish the... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

The pain has no depth It is just there It breathes me It has no name It just exists It is me It seems Deep deep pool Of dark thoughts Swimming Drowning Me Is this me? No I am not suicidal, in case you are wondering. Healthily depressed at times... if you can put it that way. Four seasons in a day,... Sign in to see full entry.

War torn stories from my grandfather.

War torn stories Aplenty I listened to them intently Repeating the familiar Lines secretly Hoping For a happy ending But it was not to be I heard over and over About the sad soldiers With stern faces and silent stares I heard your stories granddad But I just did not understand Why you told a little... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Grandfather’s words

I never sat On grandpa’s lap His steely eyes Seldom smiled He never held My childish hand Or pushed the swing Or Played in the sand His stern words I remember How they hurt My little heart Grandfather Why is it That I should think So sadly of you? Sign in to see full entry.

status quo

Mind rides alone On will power While body riles And sits like stone Each step hurts And heaves miles stones Limbs of sorts Courage prods Horse and carts To move on while Body plods My head nods In silence Agony smiles Bravely at odds Life goes on Without me while my body yawns. My body Becomes A... Sign in to see full entry.

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