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Turning Tables
Turning Tables
How easy is a now and forever
to be destroyed, crushed by
needs not met with ego strokes
left bare, to a now or never
words meant once so strong
feelings melting in fullness
of the deepest love delivered
not enough, it all went wrong
bits falling off the joy-filled board
set fire to the tears that fall
the turning tables of time
in all the memories we hoard
and the tables turn once again
the games played had been fun
soldiers left a man behind
whose battle was in vain
survival and some super glue
he tried to regain some dignity
some new pictures added
in an effort to renew
the runny glue tears look like dew
horizon not grey but blue
picture a mess to the first glance
a history with turning tables adieu
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dx7sLNyIeQk&feature=related
feedback van andere lezers- jan
I like wooden tables love, until they turn offcourse....
xxx
j
killea: wood is so precious, mine is round and constantly spinning Jan
xxx
j - Hoeselaar
Dies ist ein Gedicht das mich stutzig macht, es Erzählt soviel unheil und so garnichts schönes, bist du in trauer?
Wie auch sei einen schônen Sonntag darf ich dir doch Wünschen
Willy
killea: Thank you Willy for your fine feedback
xx
j - Aramis
all right, all right,
I'll eat it
and afterwards
I'll write a whole poem
about your cooking .. !
killea: once you try my cooking....it will be your only theme henceforth
xx
j - Danvoieanne
Graag gelezen...groetjes
killea: thank you Anne
xx
j
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