ROBERT M. HENSEL : POETRY AT PLAY
PEGGY MEEKS-KING : The Heart Down Eden Way
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ROBERT M. HENSEL
POETRY AT PLAY
A poem is but a thought, a mere memory caught at play. One's visions reenacted, by the passing of each day. Treasured waking moments I've accumulated along the way, shall be locked within these pages, where they're forever bound to stay.
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PEGGY MEEKS-KING 
The Heart Down Eden Way 
It's strange really the heart, it can be as full as the sun or as empty as my October pear tree of its green leaves, tangled limbs - wild vines all around, it is said in the good book that love has no envy, no this and no that, I do not know about that. But I wonder about the people left without love, do they know envy? envy of others who do have love, 'the heart' is so odd and so heavy at times like in an everafter surreal dream, when the big faces in a room make no sense but dance with you headless just the same, none the less, in a red velvet dress. Yeah, ya know what I mean. do you, do you not? I wait and I wait by the gate, yes I can write it without great pain "love" see it did not hurt too much oh wait as I pull this old bitter arrow from my heart. Eden remains the same as yesterday, as tomorrow, as today, that garden of good and of evil where the first seed grew into love, into hate, into darkness and into light, oh the heart , the greedy heart, is there any left on the tree for me? After all life is only a garden of the flesh no more and no less. copyright PEGGY MEEKS-KING
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a small herd of them graze on a meadow of grass green carpet whispering nervously as a light breeze shuffles past these delicate creatures are thin-skinned their bobbing heads empty of all but air and their conversation limited to squeaks and whistles dressed in a variety of candy colours lemon and peppermint strawberry and coconut-ice they look almost edible but will burst if bitten like peculiar eggs giving birth to bad air they nest in huddles cluster in over-ripe clumps sensitive to jabs and bumps their lives as brief as bubbles copyright GRAHAM CATT
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ROBERT M. HENSEL : POETRY AT PLAY
PEGGY MEEKS-KING : The Heart Down Eden Way
GRAHAM CATT : balloons


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