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ajay
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Pen: Parker Junior Duofold, fine nib.
Ink: Waterman: Harmonious Green.
Inspiration: Cheese 🧀🧀🧀

Grace
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the harvest is done
the moon is up
the children are rested
behind the row
come now Jack
you may wake up Frost
the sickle is ready
for the cold company
be true
be wise
be sharp

ajay
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Pen: Parker 17 Lady, fine nib.
Ink: Pure Pens: Beast of Bodmin.
Inspiration: Ariel.

Grace
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donkeys were trip tripping over the bridge
while the trolls looked up and thought
why couldn't they be donkeys too
and start their own hullabaloo
oh they need to be heard
they need to be known
the trolls just trolling
under the bridge

ajay
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Can We Do It? Yes, We Can!

The Country had an Election
but nobody bothered to vote,
the politicos who were up for selection
all spoke with a gloomy note:

'Why didn't anyone bother
to elect us fine politicians?
Have you all lost your faith in us?
Have we aroused your suspicions?'


'Well, it's like this,' replied a Marxist,
'You all seem the same to me,
and no more we're going to participate
in this sham of Democracy.

You can take your Business Bosses
and shove them up your ass!
We're all now going to be happy and free
of any exploiting Class!

We need no Boss Class to rule us!
Can we do it? Yes, we can!
And this World will then be a Wonderful Place
in the Brotherhood of Man.'


(Keep it flying!)

Grace
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aeries in glades continue to dance
to memories of sunny days and blooms passed
but darker shadows are arrived
mantles to the spirit of Fall

the sighs of breeze through the trees
shedding their beauty to the ground
standing stark among evergreens
with branches like anguished claws

warmth of the hearth embrace
call the beloved to their home
watching the last leaf of autumn
makes it way to the ground below

ajay
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Hope

The last leaf of Autumn,
clinging to the tree.

The last leaf of Autumn,
as brown as brown can be.

The last leaf of Autumn,
clinging tightly as a ring.

The last leaf of Autumn
made it to the Spring.

(Yay!) 🙃

Grace
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rays of rosy hue the sun catches
flung on boughs that they may stay
to smile at dancing of the sprites
among the leaves, in its last glory

hamadryads in languid repose
wake to mourn the dying leafy tresses
yet knowing they will dance again
among the blossoms within the groves

ajay
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Pen: Waterman Hemisphere, medium nib.
Ink: Diamine: Red Dragon.
Inspiration: The final line of Grace's poem above.

Grace
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ajay said:Pen: Waterman Hemisphere, medium nib.
Ink: Diamine: Red Dragon.
Inspiration: The final line of Grace's poem above.

Wow! awesome.

Dark grey skies on world-end realms
traverse this maiden on a dark quest
fairness goes into sombre terrain
to look and seek the one she loves
up on their brooms the witches stream,
watching the lone figure down below
crooked and black in the crescent's gleam

ajay
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Pen: Parker 17 Lady.
Ink: Diamine: Aurora Borealis.
Inspiration: The final line of Grace's poem
above.👍

Grace
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👆🌹

across the sea the moon wans
as dawn struggles to reaffirm
its hold on more daylight hours
pushing away sleep's cobwebs

Until then its always thoughts
hugging doubts and fears
as alone roars on in silence
basking in doubts and fears.

ajay
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Every Sunset Starts A New Day Somewhere.

The setting sun at close of day
sinks soft into a golden west
and lights my path as to my rest
I homeward wend my weary way.
The stars then shine in bright array
as I sit writing with my pen,
until at last the time comes when
away to warm bed I must go.
Yet as I sleep it's nice to know
the sun that's set will rise again.


☀️

Grace
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In the circle of cycle
I travel on, back to life
to bow to death again
in love, in faith, in devotion
to live life to, lose once more
bound on mysterious quests
as yet unknown nor ever revealed
but to abide by unquestioningly

ajay
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Pen: Parker 45, medium nib.
Ink: KWZ: Green #3.
Inspiration: Fountain pens 🙃

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