A simple Love Poem
The pressed thistle meant more -
Than the Red Roses sent,
Or were they merely Red Flags?
Love-bombing, Gas-lighting,
the list could go on
The Thistle,
Smaller, neater, more compact
But, sent with love from the heart
Two Maps
Two Maps I’m either here, Or there ? Residential Status – Permanent Residence, It’s such a task Habitual Residence – Why do you ask ? Two Maps...... Two Destinations..... . Two Choices...... My Life, My Choice My Choice, My Life ! They don’t like me Having Two Maps Jealousy, their residence And Final Destination! Habitual Residence Since I was 4 months old, Leave me alone, Just go ! Two Maps One by the sea Stay away – With your vengeful , spiteful, Jealousy! Two Maps Cancer foretold. When my house sold, I thought to myself, I may never grow old. Two Maps, Here we go again Habitual Residence – It suits my circumstances more – Habitual Residence This NHS allowed by Law ! Two Maps- Habitual Residence is: My Preferred Residence , To me, My Permanent Residence Two Maps – Habitual Residence Suits my needs more To your dismay, I like to stay But, unfortunately I have to have – A Permanent Residence by Law ! Leave me alone, To die by the sea, Take off your
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