Death of cruelty

The cruelty of the world

has defeated me once more

but the war still continues

this battle only evens the score.

 

Prevailing winds at my back

will assist in retreat

but the return will be stronger

with my swift wingèd feet.

 

Those craggy rocks of hate

split and break off overhead

but my quick agile mind

will render them dead.

 

Too late to hesitate

cruelty’s death will be swift

and if I die in the process

then my life is well lived.

cruelty

◄ The Fool

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Jon Stainsby

Fri 3rd Jan 2020 13:07

Thanks, Brian. 😀

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Brian Maryon

Fri 3rd Jan 2020 13:01

Accented 'e', much underused.

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poemagraphic

Fri 3rd Jan 2020 10:20

Mercury is an old friend of mine Jon.

I am sure you will take the baton and run with it with your winged heals my friend.

It is a healing tool with Immense and Infinite power... In the right hands it can heal the world.

Po

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Jon Stainsby

Fri 3rd Jan 2020 10:14

Caduceus - Had to look this one up.

high - I will.

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poemagraphic

Fri 3rd Jan 2020 10:09

..."the return will be stronger

with my swift wingèd feet."

Always keep a tight grip and hold that Caduceus High

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Jon Stainsby

Fri 3rd Jan 2020 10:03

Thanks so much, Po. No red bulls were harmed in the writing of this poem. 😂

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poemagraphic

Fri 3rd Jan 2020 09:21

This, this Jon, is what poetry is!

Great write.

Keep drinking that 'Red Bull' mate.



No bulls were harmed in the writing of this poem
Po

AS ever, great to read your musings

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