round and round,
torrents racing,
up and down,
interlacing,
spinning sideways,
vortex bound,
crushing thoughts,
crescendo sounds.
safe and steady,
strategies unfold,
flat and smooth,
linearly bold.
taking off,
upon cool air,
sewing plans;
we might dare.
switching over,
from each state,
takes us closer
to our fate.
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On the darkest day they come,
to witness the mystery
of the changing world they know;
cycled seasons and heavens
that play on them each new year.
They thank appropriate gods
for letting them live once more,
when plenty came and ask for
deliverance again through
the tougher cold months ahead.
All look to the sun rising
higher, brighter and longer
and the seasons turning green;
when they gather together,
in warmth, rejoicing; knowing.
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through my window, I hear the wind blow.
it opens to streets of swift feet;
I again go nowhere.
I see the cars progress at haste,
passing prams pushed; progressing
up the path of life.
fix my gaze on old Mary
who shuffles by thinking;
John not here now.
I shift my weary eyes,
look in the mirror
and see lines.
not so long to go,
now is ever;
I slow,
feeling the cold
coming to
me.
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the life was simple and safe
never a care or harsh word
then came the day of the change
you’ll be fine they said, smiling
see nothing’ll hold you back now
nothing did, couldn’t help it
no one said about traffic lights
so when he went to cross
at red the lorry hit him
killed him stone dead
and they said
should’ve taken care in the
community
not quite right you see
not like you and me
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wee kingdom writing 