Is Management Stirring The Embers?

Poem By Mary Nagy

Was this site just too peaceful?
Did we bore you with our love?
Do you think we need excitement?
Management watches from above.

Were the embers almost out now?
Did you fear the flame would die?
You should enjoy the peacefulness
but it seems you just won't try.

Did our poems of love seem simple?
Did we seem to ''Thank'' too much?
You should appreciate our friendships
that were built without a touch.

Our words have built some bridges.
Some bridges were burnt down.
Don't let this be your battlefield.
We are tough, we'll stand our ground.

Comments about Is Management Stirring The Embers?

We are all behind you Mary, well done. Let's stand for coutesy, respect and companionship, and with a little love thrown in! Friends Forever! Sincerely Ernestine.
It's not a matter of 'one person'. It's a matter of one scum. If scum returns it rises to the top of the troubles, it would guarantee a return to the bad days (entirely without me) . H
If you look at the title David, you'll see. Yes, we all deep down appreciate peace, don't we. I take exception to letting the exceptions to the rule come back and stir the embers. H
Stand your ground, Mary! Be the tough and beatiful poet you are!
MARY, nice poem, very simple, and yet deep, are you talking about a fellow poet on this sight?

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