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Colours Of Blind

I am not yet my eyes god
For I see with my soul
Whilst my eyes are just colours
Of blind on the whole

I am not yet my heart god
For my heart pumps red blood
Whilst injustices beat in my soul
Thud Thud Thud

I am not yet my legs god
For they steer me wrong
They are weak god and futile
I stumble along

I am not yet my voice god
For it says the wrong things
Whilst my soul sings fine music,
Calls for angels and wings

I am not yet this life god
For my soul cannot be
So grounded in tortures 
Of life's misery

M 4/11/23

 

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Neville

Not only well crafted you crafty thing U .. but more cleverer than good old Bamba eva woz ............... Neville x

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Marion

To my shame I didn't know of Bamba so had to Google again lol. I know of her now lol...and will.investigate her words later.
Nev will you do me a favour and read
Mark Olcotts poem 'The Cormorant' its on here on page 2 of his page. I really can't stop alerting people to this work it is such a beautiful and well written piece. I'd really be interested to know what you think...x

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Jim "The Lad" ....

hugs Marion!...............................................................................................Jim

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John Prophet

Always well thought out enjoyable reads!
JP

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Being Me

A sky full of stars for this one! It has the wow factor xx

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Marion

Thanks so much love xx

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