Beats of time reverberate wholeheartedly,
Echoes reply and carry on the game.
Ages pass without compassion and acquiesce,
Suffering the ravages of man and beast.
Beats in time; rhythmically, belligerently,
Death is a drum roll in this excuse me of a dance.
Doubts in our minds torment us constantly,
Voices ill perceived cause havoc to sustain.
Wars do pass but go on relentlessly,
Continual and incessant; the suffering of all beasts.
Beating in time, rhythmically but belligerently,
We all waltz to the same tune in this excuse me of a dance.
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Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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As it Comes 
In the midst of suffering, time seems to stand still, makes the sufferers feel that it will never end. Time does go on like the adagio of the music. I enjoy this post.
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I agree about time standing still. Thank you for taking time to comment too.
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You are welcome. Will visit more.
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Thank you for checking out my new post. My first day respond to the Daily Prompt.
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Lovely movement, this.
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Thank you, Michael, glad that worked.
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Love the repetition of excuse me of a dance, great turn of words, and expression of this dance called life.
Great read ☺
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Thanks very much. Glad you liked it.
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