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I know that, strictly speaking, the Magi, are still on camel back following a star but I also know everyone is bored with the story by epiphany so here is my final Christmas related poetry blog. Courage, doubt, fear and wonder, in the story of the Magi. What had they been part of? Like us, they wondered whether ‘this was a future they wanted to know’…

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Lost in a sea of thoughts salty with fears
Her arrid eyes void of tears
Adrift, aimless she sailed for years

A tattered raft of determination her only support
On the horizon utopia beckoning
An obliging port

A siren's song, haunting, promising sanctuary
Pulling her in with its ethereal melody

Taunting her hope's
Teasing her dreams
Promising the actuality of possibilities
Throu...

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Blessed be the silver spoons
Which feed us till we’re replete.
Blessed be the dream-filled moons
Which oversee us with glee.
Ambitious, aren’t we?
The moons illume 
A thousand seas
And take us to 
Places and people unseen.
Vagabonds, aren’t we? 
We hold the power to love and seduce,
To ensnare and release
These people and places till insanity ensues,
Till blooming roses fuse into debr...

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Life is like a train journey,

Passengers keep changing.

Life is like an ocean,

The winds keep on changing

Life is like a desert,

Where weather keep on changing

Life is full of change,

No one and nothing stays the same

There will be ups and downs

People will leave you with painful wounds

But you have to stand up and fight

You have to follow ...

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it's funny how everything can change in just a second.

Now when I look back,

I can clearly see how far I've come.

And when I look ahead,

I know there's still a long journey ahead.

                  k.d

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Since I cannot sense a name for God

power will stutter out of my mouth

In the old days it was the Village Church

Rich with Stain Glass Hypocrisy and Sin

In the middle it was a wasteland, dead

Then I saw God and everything changed

Spirit stood on my shoulder and held me

Angels came in plain clothes to erase me

No-one left even though I tried to kill me

In the attire ...

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~He pretends the river is an ocean

When one can't have the potent dose

One makes do with the diluted potion

Caught between two jagged green coasts

The murky current slowly propels his motion

If he has a good, sturdy boat

He might just last to see his ocean~

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The mountains we seek

The crests and peaks

Are no longer to be discovered

We reached the summit

but retracted

and settled in the trough

Where now?

You say

I do not respond, I contemplate my answer

Make it articulate, considerate, yet punctual;

Nowhere. We settle.

We deal with what we need to deal with.

Whether that is today,

Wednesday,

...

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