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Sorry for the re-post Gordy, but I like this piece ................ very much so.

You gave me a rose, a royalty amongst flowers To symbol a love, you promised, was ours, With words like these ,I felt belonged Were words so hollow, from a dancing tongue. You caught my heart in moments leap As the pendant of love, began to sweep, Words that hung out of grasp The fall of my heart, t...

Bruno Thaks my friend.

wish you were my neighbour, we poets on the whole are not recognised enough, it gratifies me that people like yourself write so kindly of me, I've had criticism and much so, but I believe thats a poets strength to prove otherwise, again thank you heinzs.

Sky fades grey, clouds hang low Rain runs down a misty window, Snow now sleet upon the sill Drip, drip, drip, water spill. The cusp of spring breaking ground Sprouting shoots, without a sound, Soon to flare colours bright blood rose red, to feather white. As night recedes kissed by dawn Like golden ...

I cannot thank you enough for such a kind if not the greatest compliment of my work poeticpiers, thats made my weekend thank you very much.

Thank you both for your kind remarks, and thanks for the link heinzs.

Descriptive, Reasoning, Explanatory, What you call a .................... FANTASTIC piece, top notch Gordy, top notch

Where valleys are lush with pastures new Fresh and crisp, from morning dew, Where soil once sodden, by soldiers blood Now poppies stand, where soldiers stood, Where birds fly high on freedoms wing To greet this day, with song they sing, There pilots flew, a danger sky Poppies would sway, to wave goo...

You are welcome ladysaturn, I am also a grandson of a royal marine and a navy man, and thank you for your kind comment

Oceans once blue, churn deep in red As yesterdays heroes, lay dying or dead, Like a shoal of fish washed ashore Hundreds, thousands, countless more. Skies once clear plume with smoke As targets are mapped, pinpointed to scope, The burning of flesh a rancid smell This is where death, and evil dwell. ...

for budda and for all xx

I like October, never tried this form of poetry moon, I might have a dab

Many thanks Chris