Author: Sai
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December
Wise old man, all wizened and white, Walks in watching through dimmed sight. A staff in hand and golden bell, For when time’s ripe to resound the knell. His eyes hold flashes of times gone by, Good ones, mad ones, laughs and sighs A mirror are they, to foresee, What times to come, could (should)…
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That time of the year
The parched October air Was too warm still, To welcome any chill, And it wasn’t yet that time of the year. . The little grain of gram Turned around on slow heat And fluffed up for a fragrant treat, Ready to melt on an eager palate- But it wasn’t yet that time of the year.…
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The pendulum
It seems like riding the roller coaster Without a start or an end Like the ebb and flow Running in my veins. I cannot tell what drives it. Chance or circumstance, My thoughts, or your words, That make me shrivel, smaller than an atom Or fill me, to inhabit the whole universe. For I still…
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Fingers crossed!
Don’t cry little one, it’s alright. I’ll never let you out of my sight. Drink up that shake, like in ads they show. You know how they say it helps you grow! Don’t stay out late in the dark you see, Wee Willy Winki’s on a hunting spree! Thugs are wicked but the cops…
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This is going to hurt just a little bit 2
(Apologies to Sir Odgen Nash) . At the risk of sounding gruesome, Our endeavors always aim, For a harmonious thirty-twosome. Be rest assured With your will to be cured, We’ll help you brace for what’s to come. . For the caramels and candies that you so love, Are such a hit with the bugs too.…
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Mermaid by Chance
She swore she could breathe underwater. After swallowing every tear, And choking on every breath, She could inhale oceans, no bother. She could swim the depths of her soul. Endless leisure at her disposal, She’d cross the Pacific of denial That had devoured her whole. If she ever chanced a peek Above the…
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Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus
Shh.. Never tickle a sleeping dragon That’s what the wise always said. Don’t go waking trouble That’s snoring soundly in bed. How sweet the angels slumber, Rosy cheeks and all! Peace reigns o’er household Hush! Silence thy call! For the minute those pretty eyelids Open and take in the light, That devil’s workshop…
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What Is The Color Of Your Pain?
What is the color of your pain? White! The little girl said. She, of twilight hues, that hid her ageold blues. Green! The little lad said. He of rustic green fingers, who in concrete lands, lingers. Red! The able doctor said. She, who couldn’t stem the flood of the laboured mother’s blood.…
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Frosty silence
How deceptively pink was that one winter chill, How comfortingly warm your touch was then. Now the chill’s set deep within the hearts, Cold, dismal, distant, a thousand miles apart. What would it take to melt again? Untouched is the ice, by warmth of memories, That crimson blush of the first spring rose. Unmoved,…