Mixed Feelings

For Jason may marry maybe

When prize tends businesses 

And widows are daughters 

Of mothers and mistresses 

In courtrooms 

When courtship courts witnesses 

These truths entangle 

With laws and in-laws 

And outlaws have no stake. 

When the sentence claws

What’s fair isn’t. 

It’s just hidden in the neighboring clause. – Leon

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We left shore with hopes for new lands

The journey has seen many a day and night

Our solid grounds of hopes and dreams gives way to fear and despair.

New lands still a drunk’s dream while shore is long out of sight

Eyes and necks going sore from being sprained and stretched

Searching for some kind of hope, a glimpse of light

Land at last

But which is better, lands we found or lands we left

The joy at take off seems to supersede the laughter at landing 

Home in our hearts seems to have been cleft

But home still holds our hearts while our bodies wander this foreign lands

We dared untangling but our hands are not so deft. ~ Tee2emm

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She should have been a baker

toasting only bread,

but the king maker thought it wise

for her to knot my dread.

Locks in this place do not exist

so she quietly swallowed my sex cred.

Now she’s found herself locked in this room

with me, my guts her fears and what she thought.

It’s easier to pick up an axe and ask for her head,

why is my reason having feelings I didn’t sought?

As I am now an architect, the one to create

destiny and fate two murders off different sort – Rudolph

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I was made to wear a crown and called a king

I didn’t know if to be happy or sad

I sat on my throne and issued a decree

They despised my command and thought me mad

But it wasn’t i who chose to be king

To end my regime was the only choice i had

With or without a crown i frown still

Shall i ever be happy in all seasons? 

The green leaves now turn brown

Their defiance gnaws at my soul and poisons

So i choose to go back to my life as a commoner

And mutiny was only one of the reasons– Vera

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Sugars and cream made parties to be

I’m a vegetarian and wouldn’t be fit

To break the truce for a fleeting belief

A minute or two will lead the feet

To ecstasy and high pitch

By then all that’s left is to accept defeat

The red nose man is happy you think

Generous enough to share his life’s tale

Every bit of sour he had once a taste

Has brought between his legs – his tail

Mixed feelings now crown his head

He sees all virtues without a fail – Jennifer Dafwat