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A lingering silence
across our land,
the outcome of
a failed plan.

Seditionist violence,
to ruin Democracy,
by shameless politicians,
wanting an Oligarchy

Pulling word bundles,
some large, some small,
many great words,
some, not at all.

String the words
in sentence form.
Nothing gallant,
just the norm.

Write out clearly,
so, you can see,
the flow of words
which are orderly.

When you've finished
or if it's done,
take some pride,
if it's the one.

It was round and furry,
curled into a soft ball.
It wasn't very short,
and certainly not tall.
A miniature Hedgehog,
very slow, ambling away,
to enjoy its life
for one more day.

Grab word bundles,
completing a task.
Nothing to say,
but since you ask.

I'll tell you a story,
one about self
and the adventures of
The Elf on the Shelf.

Late at night
he went creeping,
when all humans
were fast sleeping.

He scurried about
room to room,
without a worry
of impending doom.

Then in wee morning,
before early light,
set in a different location
then the last night.

Owl not tell you,
this tale of mine,
unless you ply me
with some red wine.

Life's path may be long,
not easy to see,
moving along,
so easily.
Why try so hard,
nothing to do,
but keep on
loving you.

Word bundles,
large and small.
tied by strings
of word constraint,
until a word picture,
is ready to paint.
Where are the words,
we use every day?
Have they been freed
and are now at play?
I'll use word bundles,
to craft a new song,
before my mind defaults,
into garbage. I say,
have a good morning,
have a good day.

Ne'er the day,
Ne'er the night,
Ne'er the time,
Ne'er the sight.
Always the love,
Ne'er the fight.

I love your smile,
seeing you now.
I wonder why
keeping our vow,
has become important.
I realize it now,
a commitment made,
promises to keep,
before the morning
and our next sleep.

I want to be with you
night and day.
Why did you start
pushing me away.
You say you love me,
I know it's true,
but in the next moment,
you'll say I don't like you.

Only one thing in life is certain.
Events experienced every day.
Keeping all the good thoughts,
The bad thoughts can go away.

Hide them in the corner
of your all-inclusive brain.
Keeping inside your head,
until you can no longer retain.

It will be later, when you know,
they appear and will cause strife
All the hidden fears,
will try to change your life.

Many are the tales,
stuck inside my head.
So many I will write,
some may not be said.

Tales of hate and love,
sweet tales for later,
about another life
which was much greater.