Eight Legged Spider On The Wall

Chess is life.

Bobby Fischer

Eight-legged spider, on the white wall
Who is not afraid to fall.
Because he can always call, on his web
To land him safely on his bed.

Why are you spying, on me with your eight eyes
Instead of on the flies buzzing in the blue skies?

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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Today I stumbled upon this beautiful piece by one of my favourite bloggers and though I’m not sure if she intended it, I tried reading it from behind and to my surprise, it still retained most of the meaning it had when I read it from the front…having never attempted this form of reverse poetry I find myself amazed by her skill and her will to pen such an excellent poem, therefore, I could not help but share it with you guys

Today the fountain sprang
From deep within the earth
Singing its unique song to me
Uniting with the mountain streams of my past
Each with its own harmonies
Not confined to time or space
Singing a song forever new
Forever old
Bringing to birth a fresh song
Springing like the fountain
From the depths of my being
A song of joy that never
Did I sing before

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The Screaming Cow

It’s a troublesome world. All the people who are in it are troubled with troubles almost every minute. You ought to be thankful, a whole heaping lot, for the places and people you’re lucky you’re not.

Dr. Seuss

The cow, still screams loud
In a place meant to hold her
Till she is ready-
For the slaughter to begin.
Who can ever be?

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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Fear Not

The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.

The Emperor

Fear not!

For although the though times

Will stop you from making rhymes
That smile as they walk a mile
In eternal lines to time.

They will also

Sharpen you like
A whetstone on a knife
To make sure you can cut
Through the strife that seeks to end your life.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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