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Curious lives
by Michael Levy

In the condo,
she, in a wheelchair,
lost her husband,
to cancer, two years past,
he, physically unfit, grumpy old man,
his wife, a prolific artist,
health nut, adores cruising,
he experiences, little from her,
so, the widow, in the wheelchair
and the grumpy old man, find solace,
in each others company,
they stroll around the grounds,
taking comfort, in each others adversities,
strange, how life in a condo, shapes, odd bedfellows,
who supply, a shoulder to cry on,
other people, at unease, dwelling in glass houses,
can only throw stones.

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Cover Your Ears
by Michael Levy

They're here, there, and everywhere,
I mean, in every quarter of the globe,
on TV,
on radio,
on internet,
on phone,
What are they?
...Mermaids of ruination,
yes, mermaids of havoc are everywhere,
all dressed up in fancy business suits,
and fiscal pretty gowns,
masquerading as experts,
in finance and investments,
.......it's your money their after,
Sirens of greed and fear,
fishing in an ocean of ignorance,
singing songs of easy wealth,
to folks, eager to cock-an-ear,
the mature rich, unwitting prey,
and the not so opulent, aging little lambs,
retired savers, who surrendered, their health to medication,
a lifetimes work, taxing endeavors,
so that they could enjoy, their days in the sun,
ensnared by navigators of investments,
tempters with hungry appetite,
ghouls of avarice, with luring invites,
drawing-pulling-attracting,
just enjoy our free lunch solicitations...
echoes the seduction lullaby,
partakers of erroneous information,
at the mercy of currency magnetizers,
soon to be smashed on the rocks,
fed to the sharks,
slowly;
sinking into Davy Jones's locker,
skint and unloved,
a life savings ... all washed up

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The Sun Shines on the Righteous
by Michael Levy

The sun shines, through the window,
ancient dust can be seen,
drifting, into every crevice,
in your opulent, luxurious room,
they coat the old master paintings,
valued in millions,
who are these, timeworn inhabits,
who now float, around your room,
in clandestine powder,
invisible by lamp light,
intangible, in microscopic garb,
what dramas, do they select, that, relates to you,
can you attend, their silent laughter,
grasp their muted tears,
organic dust, floating, on beams of sunlight,
time to call in the cleaners perhaps,
spring clean them away,
suck them into a vacuum,
but, in your heart, you admit,
you'll never cleanse them from your soul
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In Love & Joy
Michael Levy Professional Optimist

Perfect peace, perfect love, perfect mind, all live in a perfect place
http://www.pointoflife.com/

Michael Levy