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begging with the saying 'pretty please
the flirting flutter of lashes
learning a spoonful of honey
can put the kibosh on some clashes
still to this day I find a broad smile
and full laugh in the face of opposition
can stop an argument dead in it's tracks
and avoid a major collision

ahhh...sorry, joy...just skip me...what synchrony!

for centuries
some have been down
praying on their knees
hoping a divine master was near and could hear....

for centuries
we've been killing humanity
for doing exactly as we please
though no one has ever really been free...

for centuries
we've stolen and taken all that we wished
forgetting to honour this earth power dish
forgetting to respect and just being selfish....

for centuries
we've been told we're evolving one leap at a time
but it seems to me we're devolving too
and it's such a crime....

so when are we going to be
the truly compassionate beings
we were put here to be
and why we've been here for centuries...

when are going to awaken our love
that flows so strongly in our blood?
that rises and falls like an ocean flood?
that helps us all to soar and take flight....

carrying the light of the precious white dove...

willow, the next is welcome to yours, way more inspiring than my ditty

But I like your little ditty, joy - it's clever in its rhymes, has rhythm and wisdom too!


learning a spoonful of honey
tastes terrible in coffee
though with herb tea
can be quite tasty
and with a sore throat
really helps tremendously

for the last two weeks
this girl been's suffering badly
with asthma and coughing incessantly
so I tried last week to
make coffee with honey
'cuz I ran out of sugar...and tea...

'twas yucky!

but a spoonful of honey
with lemon and no whiskey
can still be quite yummy
for an alcohol-free hot tottie
and also great medicine
for a throat that's so tickly

no whiskey in heaven
no chablis in hell
no beer left in pergatory
no moonshine in the well

no saints in the capitol
no peace in the mideast
no time left remaining
to renew the lease

no hope in the temple
no learning in school
no one that remembers
the point of the golden rule

no place left to run to
no worlds we built are round
no thing new ever appears
in the lost and found

in the lost and found
I rummage
stopping in each time I pass
seeking an unclaimed treasure
I know nothing of mine is there
all my lost items have disintegrated
blown up or eroded into rust dust
or spirits flown away
maybe sitting by the hand of their god
still I rummage though what others
have left behind
reluctant to miss a gem

Seeking an unclaimed treasure
discarded as if yesterday never came to be...
How simple it is, to wash something off
polish it a bit
move on with a kiss
but afterall, some items look better
with a smudge of dirt
gives them much needed
character...

My peace and silence in the moment of this poem
has been forever broken
and at once, the little brats
that live down the lane
I see why they act
in such a Devilish way

And I wonder what would possess a person to stay
in a situation of chaos and dismay
she must be over 70
raising her grandkids
who won't listen
and I hear sharp words, straggled voices, and years of abuse
down to an art
not missing a beat
he's returned to close the door
and I wonder what lies in store...
for me

will I be
hoarse and misguided
years of abuse taking toll
on my fragile heart
and weary soul...
nah,
that's what divorces are for
thank goodness my parents had enough sense
to stay apart
I never heard anything like that
until I met my husband's parents
I suppose everyone has their secrets

hoarse and misguided
on a misguided horse
charting the dead end roads
whose first few miles
are always paved with promise

indecision at the fork
badgering from all quarters
of a diminished consciousness
petrified fate in the making
flipping the levers of consequence

petrified fate in the making
a stale mate awakening
that state of foresaking
everything

where nothing
matters any more
life becomes an empty store
no movement through any door
so poor

no movement through any door
the fortress stands secure
long lifted drawbridge
to the outside world
razor wire on either side
of a gator infested moat
pity the fool who would
yet seek entry to the bastion
of total isolation