Tag: #TheSundayWhirl
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 529 ~ #Poetry
Time is a slow thief of life I no longer strive to keep up The old engine clogged I stare into the abyss That velvet touch of darkness envelopes me Why do I struggle when there is no truth? I hear midnight strike above my head The air split with the beat of wings I…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ #Wordle 527 #Poetry
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Twelve stones did an altar make The divine number, enchanted by legend A scented feather to light the way Through ice cold tunnels Breath, spread, sparks, words glue against the ice walls Few make it this far, searching for the ancient brew That comes from the majestic twelve Those that hold the secrets of the…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 526 ~ #Poetry
Sound can break glass Words can break hearts Blink and the world has changed We stand alone With eyes that see only the past I try to stay upbeat I paint a grey day with light and sunshine The secret is not to let a dripping tap get on your nerves The years roll towards…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 525 ~ #Poetry
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The sky blushed a ring of scarlet light Dusk had spread its mantle, the air damp Fright night below, trick or treat Played as in the past A black velvet bat perched on the church roof As the clock chimed midnight The floor inside the nave red with blood The local priest lay spread out…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle #523 ~ No Weapon Found ~ #Poetry
No Weapon Found The air, thick with the smell of iron A blood-soaked drawing Found under the body of a young man Depicting a church. The space around, seemingly undisturbed, no weapon found Time of death estimated at 12 pm News spread like wildfire Murder on one of our favourite beaches Time is a fault…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 522 ~ #Poetry
Back Then… Years ago, I watched my dad Smack seven bells out of my neighbour For insulting my mum At that time, dad kept doves Mum believed in elves at the bottom of the garden Back then, we all walked to school, rain or shine Boys wouldn’t use an umbrella For fear of being called…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 521 ~ #Poetry
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I have my ticket for the First passenger flight into space Not until next year will I be able to take my seat To sit in that sacred space Will bring comfort to me This may sound lame to most In my mind I avenge myself On all those who said I will amount to…