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oks you’ve read; have you not read the one that matters, which menu card are you reading from? Mine or hers?</p><p id="44b0">you treat only your own with kindness and test the rest; a tyrant soul</p><p id="3bc2">women are ribbed from a man’s body; to be loved, cared for, and protected</p><p id="94d6">she can be strong in public but she weeps when alone</p><p id="3689">I needed you but you were never here, if you’re too busy with your own life, why did you drag and attract me to yours? Cruel fated destiny!</p><p id="4c22">you poor selfish, ruthless soul; you took and mistook; I’ve nothing banked for me now</p><p id="21c4">someday you’ll weep when the sky crawls, someday you’ll taste the poison of the soul that you sold in the devil’s court</p><p id="8f9e">Oh! Is the devil’s hold still on you; or you are the devil in disguise? Suited to deceive; what do you receive? I must be told!</p><p id="9b8f">you cruel, cruel, selfish, shellfish, soul!</p><p id="09df"><b>© Dazzling Shene 2021</b></p><p id="0d6c"><b><i>Thank you for reading my poetry :)</i></b></p><p id="6817"><b>Shout out</b></p><p id="e772"><i>I want to shout out the <a href="https://readmedium.com/sahara-the-messenger-ae7bccfe1f3d?source=user_pro

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file---------2----------------------------">Sahara, the Messenger</a> <b>by <a href="undefined">I. Trudie Palmer</a></b>.</i></p><blockquote id="d1b8"><p>Dust they say — from the Sahara’s gaze, travelling thousands of miles across the tempest Atlantic</p></blockquote><blockquote id="757d"><p>Tell me, Spreading One, as you travel making your resting place the floor of the Amazon, How can this race, we win?</p></blockquote><p id="8ecf">Check out the full poem here:</p><div id="1941" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/sahara-the-messenger-ae7bccfe1f3d"> <div> <div> <h2>Sahara, the Messenger</h2> <div><h3>Dust to dusk</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*rE_c1XBKxZ0gWiMu)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="2e1a">I really enjoyed this piece; it takes you on a beautiful desert journey, beautiful poetry. Please have a read and support my very talented friend, <a href="undefined">I. Trudie Palmer</a> :)</p></article></body>

The golden earring

Selfish, Shellfish

Tied up hair in a bun; dangling gold hooped earrings rings

I gave my gold heart to you; served on a shining golden platter; in emails, in messages, I wore my heart on my cuffed up desperate sleeves and buried deep my soul in agony

you selfish, shellfish soul; you spit it out; no remorse; no response

an oyster my world; you — the robber of all my treasured pearls

how do you do it? how do you act so indifferent?

the chefs are waiting; sharpening their knives for your review

each napkin folded differently; the cuisine is bemused; it served you too spicy hot; you got what you asked for; so what are the tantrums in the air for?

searching for shiny, neat cutlery, in restaurants, forgetting the pile of dirty dishes at home; the taste buds lost the menu card, down the lines of murky restrooms

so many books you’ve read; have you not read the one that matters, which menu card are you reading from? Mine or hers?

you treat only your own with kindness and test the rest; a tyrant soul

women are ribbed from a man’s body; to be loved, cared for, and protected

she can be strong in public but she weeps when alone

I needed you but you were never here, if you’re too busy with your own life, why did you drag and attract me to yours? Cruel fated destiny!

you poor selfish, ruthless soul; you took and mistook; I’ve nothing banked for me now

someday you’ll weep when the sky crawls, someday you’ll taste the poison of the soul that you sold in the devil’s court

Oh! Is the devil’s hold still on you; or you are the devil in disguise? Suited to deceive; what do you receive? I must be told!

you cruel, cruel, selfish, shellfish, soul!

Thank you for reading my poetry :)

Shout out

I want to shout out the Sahara, the Messenger by I. Trudie Palmer.

Dust they say — from the Sahara’s gaze, travelling thousands of miles across the tempest Atlantic

Tell me, Spreading One, as you travel making your resting place the floor of the Amazon, How can this race, we win?

Check out the full poem here:

Sahara, the Messenger

Dust to dusk

medium.com

I really enjoyed this piece; it takes you on a beautiful desert journey, beautiful poetry. Please have a read and support my very talented friend, I. Trudie Palmer :)