Sunday is impossible day of a new Lunar Yea(r)

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125 So that Red Queen, of Alice -in -Wonderland

Understands only one thing, to steal her tarts

No one must… otherwise, she will shout out

Decapitate them so very swiftly, without

 A single second thought, so beware about your heads

You can’t just steal and consume in Alice- in- Wonderland

126 I know some People think they have the right

So often to tell everyone what to do, just because

 IN their minds they believe they’re the only ones right

 Mostly they are blinked and blind they scream, turn red

Oh dear, that sounds like Alice’s Red Queen just was,

Pounding out that order once again… ”OFF WITH HER HEAD”

127  On the subject of long gone moons ago the Beetles knew

Songs they sang and wrote travelled with drugs

 See they lived impossible lives dreaming,” Yellow Submarines”

 In seeing, “Lucy in Diamond Skies,” induced

By all those highs, now these days impossible games

 Linger long on computer screens, giving the young impossible dreams

128. Eastern Evening dragons red, and gold,

Dancing in the streets, welcoming in the Snakes,

At every corner fireworks sound out filled with colours bold

Year finished and another one is identifying the stakes

On a land older than old, these Eastern thoughts revealing

Far-away moon calendar of Asian understanding

129 A world sharing, multicultural with multicolours equalizing

New and old, bringing the bold and right to our shores

Everyone rejoicing and celebrating the sharing

Worldwide understandings, if we only allow it before

Losing our minds in selfish acts, and allowing greed as finalizing all

Underbelly mafia still has the rule here, money rules us all

129 No fear will rule my words, they must be scribed,

A single voice like Alice fighting that Jabberwocky

Re sounding my own thoughts, which may just be

You turning away and saying, Crazy why can’t she

Express herself more timidly more softly in codes

A war of words, a large foot in the mouth, “babbling”

REALLY, is it possible these days that we fear our own thoughts and fear to speak them???? IMPOSSIBLE???

 I messed this one up and have an extra letter, mistakes help us learn so I am still having a long way to go before I can call myself a real poet. The extra month of the lunar calender is the problem it sends out the unlucky thirteen, but the months are more even, twenty-eight days all tied to the sea and tides, that great Luna Calender, impossible for our Western Ways, or is it???

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