a selection of new short poetry by Lynette

[Guest guest]

Beyond the door of destiny

Lies an ancient withered hand

Outstretched to ever draw you near

Is death upon the land.

 

Why take fear upon the chance

Of wilted truth gone by

Acceptance of a path well trod

And never more to cry.

 

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My love

my love

 

Calls forth from thee

 

In sharing, we are three.

 

For there is you

and there is I

 

And there is love between.

 

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Listen not to ears of fear

They echo lies of hate

Be gone from those who draw you near

With nothing good to say.

Bitter tongues of wicked words

That threaten to erupt

And gentle teaching from within

May disappear as naught.

 

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With Delight In Light and Love

Lynette"may I always endeavor to write from the

heart"www.geocities.com/poetic_delight/