Metropolis jungle

Concrete Metropolis jungle,
A jungle growing within a bundle,
Of polished up, built up, hide away faces,
All in the race competing for spaces.
An aroma from a pretty city
Apon a time was nitty gritty,
Now flowing from edges and ledges,
A fulfilment of dredged pledges.
Grey on Green and green on grey,
Scenes to be seeing I dare to say,
Green scene seeing it's way,
I pray, that this day, is here to stay.
The Mothers pining cry is winning,
A voice of reason is glistening,
Her gasped breathe has been heard,
Her nurchured siblings were spared.
Published
December 6, 2022
Author
Andrew Mee
Category
Poetry
Thoughts & poetry

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Gift

Christmas is a time for gifts - giving, receiving and being.
I say "being", because this is something of true value.....
The true essence of Christmas is the value.....!!!!
It is the value of laughter shared.....
The value of surprise when that special someone pops in to say hello.....
The value of comfort in being cared for.....
The value of friendship.....
The value of family.....
The value of love, loving and being loved....
For there are many who have none of this....
Who have an infinite number of possibilities with no apparent opportunities....
Starving, freezing and some even dieing, alone, with nobody.....
Indeed we all have that certain someone or someone's, who we wish were here to share this wonderful time....

Though in wishing time and pondering upon what could be or could have been indeed, we are stealing that very wish from the people who are here with us now!!!!

So if there is someone to reach out to, then do it now....

As there may not be a next time....
And of course the little ones who enter this wonderful world in succession to the ones who have just moved on, possibly on occasion tagging hands, high five, as they pass each other through the Pearly gates..... The returned soul saying "Enjoy the ride" !Wink! !Wink!....
This is a time of Great value...
I cherish every moment of it with every one person that I can.....
I wish every one person within my reach and beyond to the stars, the happiest of Happy Christmases...
Be Christ's Mass....
Gift yourself....
This is everything....
A sleep time now until I wake to share my gift....
😉

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Warrior
Victorious is a word
often used by fighters,
When they've defeated their opponent,
And they've fought fierce and righteous.
​I have fought the good fight,
But I only feel guilty,
For baring my sword,
On those that I should pity.
​A Warrior of light,
Bares a sword of emotions,
Sharp is the mind,
With a heart as deep as the oceans.