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Bell's Palsy XXII – Match Met

Bell's Palsy XXII – Match Met

Through metaphors one strikes symphonic chords,
sonnet metamorphosis complete,
one mirror image more before towards
tossed sleep’s return’s embossed on crinkled sheet.
One little cares for life’s snares, strife filled street,
when sense of humour, dream denied, affords
itself the luxury of lines to beat
eternity’s sharp introspective swords
to ploughshares. Match met, mighty pen would treat
itself to compensation’s grained awards,
rewards grasped unexpected from defeat
when unresponsive jaws snatch victory
day, night, writes words dry eye can hardly see.

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Bell's Palsy XXIII – Ta[l]king for Granted

Bell's Palsy XXIII – Ta[l]king for Granted

On palsy’s cause no recitation
consensual has been agreed,
in any case fear, greed, elation,
soon sink however great the need
perceived to safeguard life’s rank station
for illness executes trust deed.
What’s blasphemy? what’s profanation?
what prayer path may be decreed
when out of sight slips pagination?
Re-education may succeed
yet there’s no fail-safe medication
providing progress guaranteed
to soothe uncalled for inflamation.

Who takes for granted daily feed
on dainties drawn from every nation,

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Progress Report

My need has frayed with time; you said it would.
It has; I can walk again across the flood
Of gold sil popples on the straw-gold hills
Under a deep Californian sky that expels
All truant clouds; watch squads of cattle graze
By the radio-telescope; blue-battered jays
Flash raucous squaking by my swivelling head
While squirrels sine-wave past over the dead
Oak-leaves, and not miss you_although I may
Admit that near the telescope yesterday
By a small bushcovered gully I blundered on
Five golden fox-cubs playing in the sun
And wished you had been there to see them play;
But that I only mention by the way.

poem by Vikram Seth
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Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely, the frayed, and the rejected.

quote by Jimmy Cannon
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Creased Up

Let's iron out irony he said
Ironic that his suit, linen,
That hung from his gangly frame
Limp and frayed,
Unironed.

poem by Paul Brookes
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Walk With Me

Put
on your
walking boots
the ones with the
old frayed laces,
So I can take my grief
where harsh wind whines and rages,
tearing across desolate hills.
I shall lean myself on your shoulder.
Say nothing, let me sob into the rain.

poem by Diana Rosser
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A Cup Runneth Over

The well has not gone dry,
less frequented maybe
by both the drawers and
the occasional passersby.

The stones are loose;
between them, mortar dissolves-
by clement or contrary
weather on seasonal cue.

The vessel is parched
and longs for its lover
by pulley once lowered
its rope frayed with disuse.

poem by Frederick Kesner
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Happy Birthday, Mother

Though he be privilege to her smiles
No son may know his Mother's trials
Nor count the sacrifices made:
The weary hours; nerves worn and frayed.

But on the anniversary of her birth
He may offer gifts of joy and mirth
And thank her for the care and tears
That have blessed him through all the years.

poem by Cat Tiger
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Female Philosophy

Ladies, ladies don't speak from the heart
'cause most of these words seem to fall apart.
Men might hear them if you cry
but never understand just why?

Ladies, don't be an open book
'cause most of the pages have a frayed look.
Men might read between the lines
but never pick up on what defines
your heart.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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You're There

The room is dark, the walls are pale
Like my skin in the moonlight.
A frayed end of sanity goes stale
Dipped in one apathetic night.
Where I saw your image, light as a feather
Draw me into an abyss of grief.
Though I feel you near, comfort and relief.
In my flesh you forever flow
Freely through my soul.

poem by Matthew Peel
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