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The Quotes Garden
*** Part III – Poetic lines in two verses ***
*** O, nightingale!.. ***



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“O, nightingale, –
Merciful beak!..
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A fairytale,
Where shall I seek?!..
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Thy voice, so meek, -
My silence’ ,peak;
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When rising gale,
Follow thine trail, -
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Wither, or pale,
Lifting the veil;
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Leaves, on the scale, –
My heart?! A tick!..
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O, nightingale!
Thy art so frail, -
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Bless me, to speak!
- Wisest, the snail!..
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Thy chest, a jail,
- My love, a squeak!..”
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©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

Today is like any other some say,
But nothing comes easy hard is the way.

Someday I’ll make something good of myself.
Someday I’ll be famous and have so much wealth.
Someday I’ll save up and get me that thing.
Someday I’ll succeed and live out my dream.
Someday I’ll have and won’t know what to do with.
Someday I’ll marry her I swear I’m gon’ do it.
Someday day I’ll quit for real, for good.
Someday I’ll get fit and lower my blood.
Someday I’m certain, you get the gist.
One day I’ll get sick of living like this,

But someday can wait for a season because,
I know it will come I just put it on pause.
I know what I said before but I meant,
Some other day when time is well spent.

Today I will act like a coward and so,
Today I’m afraid that my shadow might grow.
Today I just need more rest, more sleep.
Today it’s bad weather and snow covered streets.
Today it’s still early it’s only begun,
Today it’s too late and the evening has come.
Today I am willing to settle for less,
Today I can’t give it my all or my best.
Today is just Monday of course there’s still time,
Sunday’s a day of rest, I must get mine.

Today there are so many reasons why,
you will not decide, you don’t feel alive.
How long has it been? Maybe it was five,
Or more years ago when it first was a lie.

Was it New Year’s Day or the date of your birth?
Precious that day, but what was it worth?
Plans, a bright future can be delayed,
But Someday, that day for you is today!
WbJS 1/4/23

He doesn’t impose, He doesn’t demand,
He only persuades; with a gentle hand
The God within us tries to guide our path.
His presence is silence, His touch is slight;
Forever invisible, whether day or night.
Yet still is able to fashion our heart…
If only we would let Him.

The GOD within us is a gift from above,
Given as a promise by the GOD who is Love.
Such a gift is priceless, and we’ll never know its power
If we don’t acknowledge it's worth.

If it’s important to me,
If it’s my way of expressing my joy;
If I feel that it’s between me and HIM,
Then what’s the harm? What’s it to you?
I’ll do me, and you should do you.
Yes, I know that it's not HIS birthday;
And the day isn't as important as the event.
HE didn’t say that we should remember HIS birth.
He did say that we should remember HIS death, and resurrection.
That’s true, but isn’t HIS birth and life significant events as well?
Isn’t it true that His birth made the rest of it possible?
Do you think that HE would love me less if I celebrate all of it.
I don’t think so, so I’ll take my chances.
I’ll just share my joys and wishes with those who feel the same.

There is only one and it’s major,
Started by a devil masquerading as saviour.
It is over 5700 miles away,
And to everyone’s horror and dismay,
13000 Ukranian civilians are dead,
Over 7.8 million refugees have fled.
Day after day bombarded,
And plunged into darkness,
Were towns and cities in Ukraine,
by bombs and missiles that maimed,
And turned buildings and streets to rubble,
And its people to dust. This is not us.
We don’t see this kind of trouble.
Not here anyway, Not in the West.
For them there is no rest,
Only a yearning for turning
to former day from endless night.
They see only by candlelight
and the glow of fires burning.
There is no “War on Christmas”
Not here. This is foolishness,
Here there are just many well-meaning folks,
Raising glasses making toasts,
Wether “Merry Christmas “ or “Happy holidays”
May goodwill guide us all our days.

Happy New Year everyone!

I look inside to find my soul,
To find the part that makes me whole,
To see what’s there that makes me feel,
To figure out what’s fake, what’s real.

I look outside and see his face.
It tells me of his sex and race,
I see the rest of him as well,
Without his soul, an empty shell.

I look inside to clear my mind
Of the turmoil that I find;
Each day a dreadful news event
Mars its slate and leaves me spent.

I look outside, and see the world;
The scenes before me that unfurl.
Finding peace there is in vain,
And so…I look inside again.

I look inside to find my SOUL,
It keeps me sane, it keeps me whole.
It doesn’t leave, it doesn’t go;
Not like he did so long ago.

I. Look. Inside.

Sharp dresser, slick talker;
Looking like a ‘girls-dem-suga’.
Fool me with your sexy ways,
Spin me til I’m in a daze.

Take my money, spend your own.
Make me hunger, make me moan.
Use your charms to murder me;
Fool me with dishonesty.

Have no mercy, feel no way.
Send me home at the break of day.
Chase me, but know that I’ll be back.
Fool me, because I wisdom lack.

"The Quotes Garden"


[ XXVI ]


To my beloved


“For what is time?
A sword
With cruel, sharpen edges;
I’m here, a frozen moment,
Who’s soothing its beloved;
For her, I often come and sing
Until she hears my broken chord
And shatters all her wedges;

But tears?!
I have no more,
To bind and tie them in this loment;
They dried long ago, just to record
My neverending sorrow as bestowment –
And all, - but all of them, a tune, to sing
The silent death of my beloved;
Enough with all the pledges!

- For what is heart,
Without a sigh
To rise her incense in a lisper?!
What cures the very troubled mind,
When such a fate, it breaks apart,
To fill the world within a whisper,
And there is nowhere else, to find
The bitter grave of its beloved?..”


©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

Coming round looking down the enemy that always around keep my feet solid chosen memories come through I am not clouded by you I see your art I swear we’re apart but similarly taken bound repeating sounds I stay in one place for eternity do you dare take my seat. A memory that’s haunting a belief that’s thwarted let me die let me go I have no more empathy for the show stay away stay clear I’m outta here. Death is not so much a stranger as a friend he never gave up he never gave in. Western foot stamps aloud I cry the raven is in your eye a fountain of life spring into copper I state of mind i will not wonder i will not take a chance to pass this entrance I fall back and turn again back to memories. Awakened of stealth I die today to lead my freedom parade, I guess your stress I’m right nicely dressed. Sages flowers taken but sour ignite the light to run again to freedom what a state I escalate. Today I’m free I scream. So let me be.

Midday or midnight
A motto I live by,
I’M SAFE IN THE LIGHT!
What’s under my bed?
Some creature I dread
I’M SAFE IN THE LIGHT!!
These shadows I see
‘Til shallow I breathe
I’M SAFE IN THE LIGHT!!!
Those critters that creep
And nip at my feet
I’M SAFE IN HIS LIGHT!!!!
The monsters that growl
And upset my bowels
I’LL STAY IN THE LIGHT!!!!!
When jitters make sleep
But a sliver less deep
I’LL WAIT FOR THE LIGHT!!!!!!
Sun? Moons’ made a clearing
So hasten appearing
MAKE SAFE IN YOUR LIGHT!!!!!!!