Luck
A smoking joss stick
By chance my favourite one
As luck would have it
'New' luck maker kit
A totally empty box
'Coz you make your own
I'm lucky at cards
And I am lucky in love
So much for 'sayings'
Bare
Asked
to bare my soul
I
took my shoes and socks off
Fool! The other soul...
Bare necessities
All tucked into my back pack
Other things can wait
We
are barely sane
After
all the massacres
Humanity lost
Least
The
least I could do
Passive
smoking evidence
Gave it all away
The
least we can do
Those
struggling with their health
Must receive free care
A
strange conundrum
The
least important of us
Is still an equal
Storm
The
storm is over
Righteous
anger muted
Until a next time
He
put his oar in
Stirring
quite vigorously...
Storm in a teacup
The
lightning flashed
Thunder
roared from the storm clouds
Blue bird flew away
Blue bird flew away
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