WINSALA POETIC JUSTICE Succinct December On the first of December 2018, many prayed to end the year smoothly and get into 2019 And this is first of December 2019, many are still praying for another smooth entrance into 2020. Just like yesterday, 365 days is soon to fade and many goals still hanging in…
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POETRY CORNER: HEAR MY GENTLE SOUL. Oh, that my heart wilt glide- Glide away the tide of time For this tidings herald of me Is a nightmare to future I see. Harken! My gentle soul- Will you my sorrow console Or avail me a new dawn That I may fully be done. Oh,…
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I’VE WARNED MYSELF (Duet: Christmustrad et Voice of the pen) Christmustrad: Quadrangle is a pit Never I move close Mourning like a lion Run fast and think slowly Unravel my mind Not sweet no need to taste I’m not to be sanction. Voice of the pen: Quadrangle is a pit I don’t know, nor care…
DetailsWINSALA MUSES POETIC JUSTICE DUSK MOMENT I found my soul quest to a valley Of which I was lay in a casket Seizing my being in dreaded soul Wandering like a lost traveler I stretch to the vail next to anguish Frozen like a body in the winter I dodge the arrow of hazard…
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WINSALA MUSES POETIC JUSTICE They can’t love you the way I do Remember the days of hide and seek; when our innocence was contagious and the staining clay caused no offence. Then in Morse code we whistle and in Semaphores we whisper. And growing up together was a jackpot we hit that earned us…
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ECHOES OF THE PAST HEROES We are nothing like the image of the past, When we are hardly built strongly from the thorny path, Blood, tears are shed to make us free from the cunning world, Soldiers fought the hopeless battle for their home, Leaders fought for the reign of their…
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Unexpected Wisdom from a Bird A man caught a bird. The bird said to him, “Release me, and I will give you three valuable pieces of advice. I will give you the first when you let me go, the second when I fly up to that branch, and the third when I fly up…
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WORLD OF JUSTICE If cold won`t chill our ribs, the heat of poverty chills the lonely slim ribs, we hustle in the burstling street, yet we still can`t feed. A penny for the day, hunger for the nights. The government plays smart, pot belly men slip through our pants, all the times we spend with…
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POETRY CORNER: WOUNDED HEART. Written by John fwreshez. Can’t stand you Walking out of that door Because, you meant so much to me, Even in my darkest hour, Your name still ring right in my Head. What have you done to me. Where would I have run to, If not right in your precious…
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POETRY CORNER: I WILL BITE AT DUSK. This Renaissance- Born of a new dawn- Pranks of empty night Filled with sorry from a Rotten mouth of Samson. This guide- From the very gray Hair of red earth Spring forth new leaves As wished from dawn. I have calmed very enough From the setting…
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