Tumultuous Thursday

The real hoax

He knew everything

And nothing

He spoke often

But not real words

When shone the truth

He called it absurd

And when his false world fail apart

He blamed everyone else, of course we all knew this part

The beginning of the end

There were no words to spend

No only truth believe me, believe me folks

Through all the deep state, he is the real hoax.

By hmaxwell

Poems on Sunday

Only God knows

Only God knows

That I prayed everyday for us to make it

That I tried all the time until I could not fake it

Only God knows

How I stayed up late at night waiting for you to come home

And that even when you where with me,I still felt all alone

Only God knows

I was sad and yet somehow happy when we where finally through

I celebrate the good and bad,God knows I’m finally over you

Poems on Sunday

Reserved

Reserved, only for you

I’m looking high and low

I’m searching for you

Reserved

Holding back my feelings

Keeping them in check

Don’t want to look crazy nor loose your respect

Reserved

Waiting,hoping, soon you will see me too

I’m looking to the future, perhaps I will see you

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Poems on Sunday

Beginning

Start,at first, right now

The beginning

This is where it will all happen

Somewhere, to someone, perhaps for you

The question is, do you run away or run to

The future, your life, from your past, then reach for the sky

Whatever your answer think fast then go

Only you can answer the questions to life’s unknown

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Towards the night before Christmas

As some of you know I am a big Seinfeld fan. I say that to say this. Tomorrow is Christmas and the time to celebrate Christ our savior. And festivus. So today I ask you to think of your grievances with anyone. Then I want you to tell me about it. Hey get it off your chest.

One of my grievances is the cancel culture. I mean can’t we make mistakes. Anyways people tell me your grievances. You will fell better I assure you.

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Poems on Sunday

Relieved

I’m relieved that you’re gone

Just please, don’t come back

I celebrate your departure

Happiness has been something I lacked

With you by my side I felt like a brick was wearing me down

Now I feel myself floating, my feet are high off the ground

Good bye Good bye no need to return

You see that bridge you crossed, is the one you burned

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