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Message in a bottle – Promote Yourself

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Trying to cleanse this mess from my mind
by condensing it into this pen’s lifeblood
and wiping away it’s tears along the lines
caressing the clean clear tree
leaving my stain to drip down
makin’ this mess worse
no lesson learned
just stress burnin’
a dress turnin’ in a circle
rising up
til it’s chirpin’ with the birds above the churches
but it will never get the best of me
I’ll be blessin’ thee
consistently taking a rest to see
that this test is cheap
so I’ll keep passin’
like it’s it my quest to keep
sober, makin’ certain my pests are weak
need to be sure of what I’m treasuring
never lettin’ the world express myself for me
I’ll be investing ink into pages that I read
when I’m pressin’ keys
throwin’ my message in a bottle at the sea
to see the world I’ll never be
comfortable with,
the tension starts in my shoulders
ends at the dots in your eyes
I nervously attempt to connect before the bomb goes on and on and on

Sam Quenton

Last night

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A gang of good intention

Came clamouring at his door.

‘Go away. You know I’m sleeping!’

‘Open up, or else we’ll let you know what for!’

‘Why bug me in the night-time?

My dreams should bring some rest.’

’Not in your case, matey,

We know what’s for the best.

We’ve come to jolt your thinking

About things you ought to do

To help you and other people

With all you’re going through.’

‘Look, I’m not wanting to be saintly.

Let me alone. Just leave me be.

Go and find real holy persons.

Allow my conscience to be free.

Farewell, you good intentions.

Get you gone now, off you go.

Let me relapse to mindlessness.

My final word is No!’

So away they crept, these spirits.

Dispirited they went.

And he, alone, could slumber on,

To selfishness hell-bent.

Ron Gardner, 22/9/11

Emily Dickinson – Your favourite poem

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A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, – some way back,
I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.

But somewhere in my soul, I know
I’ve met the thing before;
It just reminded me – ‘t was all –
And came my way no more.

– Emily Dickinson

The missing piece

Where is the missing piece of jigsaw?

There is always one nagging thought

Like there is something missing

Like a missing link,

One day I will find it

It will fit perfectly into place

Like the missing jigsaw piece,

It will appear one day for me to see

If only I knew what the missing link was

I could find a solution and action this,

Until then I will have the nagging thought

On my mind,

Still I will strive

To search and find,

The missing piece

That will fulfil my mind

Gillian Sims

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