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This one states she never could tolerate
Being toothless, no dentures for me
Another swears she never could wear
A prosthesis where a breast used to be
Says now a brag nothing ever will sag
Because I exercise faithfully
But who can say what fate has in store
What life will bring your way
Or what words you will eat
What challenge you will meet
For the privilege to greet a new day!
copyright 2009, Georgette Jones
The spirit of others permeate this place
Breaking through, an ancient anguish
Heard are voices within this space
Where death, denied, does languish
No matter how handsome this decor
All from before finds its way
To linger here forevermore
With muted breath, to have its say
Always, always, I feel their weight
As I save some semblance of peace
Is it me they seek to agitate?
Is it me they want to reach?
Could I feel less than fear,
As I attempt to make a dwelling?
What is it they want me to hear
In their language of silent telling?
Here is sensed the soul of what
Cannot be heard without recoil
Who never enter and never shut
The doors of their mortal soil
Here is sensed the soul of those
Who passed before in great turmoil
Who never enter and never close
The graves of their mortal soil!
copyright 2009, Georgette Jones
You, uninvited, suitcase and all
Bluntly insinuated into my life
Without a prior letter or call
Unfolding your drama, sharpening your knife
Your suitcase, filled with issues and such
Betrayals, lies, woes and sorrow
Unpacked deliberately, are quite too much
Baggage I care not to borrow
So ease from here, I beg you now
Pack that suitcase kept in your head
No more theatre must I allow
Your thoughts are waste, your words dread
Something inside you seems to suggest
That I fall amiss of my serenity
To tolerate you further is to strangle progress
It's impossible to relish your company
I want to address those truths I know
Without regrets, I must ask you to go!
copyright 2009, Georgette Jones
