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Who bade them gone
In dogged mist
Extinguished souls
Of violent kiss

That pressed the mouths
Of loved ones lost
And ravaged hope
No care the cost

One day here
Now all days gone
And none aware
Just players pawn

What sense then now
In all our days
To mourn and grieve
Exhalted graves

To blighted roam
To wail and call
Just broken things
To face grief's squall

What point in life
What point to be
If in fates hand
Ensnared are we

All random acts
That see us fall
Felled like trees
At chainsaws call

What hope for we
Exiled to be
Just thoughts in weeping
Memory.
Marion Price (2019)

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Jill Tait

Brilliantly penned dear poet xx?

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Marion

Thankyou so much my friend ?

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Jill Tait

You are really very good !!! ???

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Marion

Sometimes good Jill, sometimes extremely bad lol...but don't read those .???..stick to the better ones ????

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Jill Tait

I don’t believe you even capable of bad ones luv xxx

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Marion

I soooo am Jill.....iv written some truly awful stuff, hopefully all buried in the murky mists of cosmo ??
 

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Jill Tait

Haha well as long as we keep creating it doesn’t matter what they like haha I feel exactly like you :) xxx

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Marion

Who cares Jill?..... I suppose we all write for different reasons, for me it's therapeutic and helps me to deal with my emotions, the highs and lows etc, I actually started only a few years ago in a patch of grief, writing has helped enormously. Also Cosmo is a great place to keep them all together and meet lovely people like yourself. Sometimes I have periods when the words are there, ready formed in my head and I just have to get it on paper ...two or three a day, then.....I dry up and my head is completely empty. Weird. That's when i usually write the rubbish...lol ?

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Jill Tait

Awww me & you both the same
luv xxx

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Jill Tait

Two years ago was my very first ever I was in hospital waiting on my sister she just found out she had cancer so I wrote a poem for her on my phone in waiting room called the dreaded mole ???

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Marion

Is she ok now Jill?? I will look for it when I get chance, I would like to read it. That's the only downfall of this site, if we don't catch it when we come on Cosmo then we are unlikely to know it exists. There are so many people on here that I need to catch up on..so much great work passed by, yourself included. I will look for that one later. ?
 

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Jill Tait

The Dreaded Mole

My sis Chris has a mole upon her back
Theyv called her to the hospital
Coz its a little bit black

Im waiting on her now
Shes having it removed
I really hope she is ok
I bet she will b bruised ?

I sat staring at the people
And wondering what to do
So i started jotting down this ditty
I thought Id write to you

I got on second verse
I looked up in the air
Then i thought I saw a nurse 
But twas my sister standing there?

How was it Chris I asked
She was red upon the cheek
“Well iv had it taken off
They may phone me in a week”

“The nurses was so nice”
She says
“I really cant complain
So I wont be dreading it
If I have to go again”

Ah well I said, thats fine i said
Dont worry pet, Im here
We’ll get the train, youre not alone
You need not ever fear ?

She used her phone to ring her man
To give him all her news
& at the end it made her cry
Coz he finished with “love yous”xxx

She looked at me & gave a sigh
I hugged her close to me
I saw her tears, they touched my heart, i joined her with cry

Come on lets walk & cross this road, we rid our tears with winks
We hurried on, she found two chairs
I went & ordered drinks

Not alcohol, Oh heavens
No
Not for our Chris & me
Theres nothing better, nothing nicer than a cup of tea?

So rest we did & after that 
We went to Fenwicks shop
The clothes were candy to our eyes
Our Chris she bought a top?

Well we spent abit of time & then we caught our train
We got to Berwick, 
Said our goodbyes
& both drove home again?

Moral of this ditty
Is very plain to see
In every situation 
We stay together
Our Chris & Me??❤️

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Jill Tait

This is exactly what happened that day I managed to include it all with no fiction xxx

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Marion

Thankyou for posting, I'm off to Nightshift( in the hospital) I cannot do this justice now but you will  porobably get a message in the small hours..it is 6 pm here in UK...I'm looking forward to reading Jill ??

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Jill Tait

Aww im in northumberland uk luv xx hope you enjoy xx n don’t work too hard xxx

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Marion

I love it Jill...do you know what I love? The optimism, the determination to make the best of potentially bad situation. You seem like a very upbeat optimistic person Jill, everything I'm not...lol...excellent work xx

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Jill Tait

Aww thank you luv I try my best haha xxx❤️

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A Lonely Journey

Hey Marion, 
Sorry to keep interjecting, but my head is completely empty all the time. 
Thought I should share that. 
Thanks. 
Continue on. 

Matthew. 

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Marion

I don't think you're head is ever empty Mathew, I think you are a very deep thinker who probably feels life in the extreme. You can join in anytime, always welcome, it's a lovely little family on here isn't it?

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A Lonely Journey

It is so nice, Marion, thanks for letting me be part of it. 
I do think wayyyyyy too much, and am consistently hurt, and let down by life, but maybe, as it's fleeting and finite, it's just a learning experience for us, and the pain will be just a backdrop, so that we may feel eternal happiness deeper...wishful thinking, huh? 
Thanks for being so great, Marion! 
Matthew. 

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Marion

I hope so Mathew, I truly hope so...?

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