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Paradox
The paradox of self indulgence
the insatiable attention
ever seeking appeasement
for moments of pretension
superciliousness, pompous twits
harvesting nought but disdain
disregard for the essential
seconds of triumph, endless pain
for whatever you sow
you must nurture and heed
or the beauty growing
may turn out to be a weed
feedback van andere lezers- fairy
Again a beautiful one, June
Wendy x
killea: Thank you Wendy
xx
j - tessy
graag gelezen
killea: thank you Tessy
xxx
j - hettie35
Beautyful poem Killea,
xx Hettie
killea: many thanks Hettie
xx
j - jan
I wonder if a seed can be manipulated to be weed....
xxx
j
killea: depends on what is meant by seed/weed, everything can be manipulated Jan
xxx
j - kerima_ellouise
in the essential we find the nurturing, always longing for warmth, the basics of our existence in that small seed, we call love
a pearl of poetry in deep soil!
groetekes
killea: many thanks sweetheart
xx
j - Aramis
a perfect lyric for a deep digging song ...
try The Pretenders !
killea: Thank you so much for reading me Jan and your fine FB.....
xx
j - Hoeselaar
tegen het kruidje roermeniet heeft raadzaamheid nog nooit een gevecht gewonnen
Willy
killea: many thanks Willy
xx
j - yellow
I just stopped smoking weed ;)
killea: of course you did:)
xxx
j - manono
It's like taking care of a garden, isn't it?
When de weeds overgrow the vegetables, it's time to clean up a little bit.
killea: yes it is Christine, thank you
xx
j
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