Angel in the light
When darkness falls, a demon
Writhing in his bed
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Angel in the light
When darkness falls, a demon
Writhing in his bed
(Photo from istockphotos.com)
Poet Rummager 
Which demon?
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I’ve always loved Batibat!
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tee he he he
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Oh yes, I’m liking this haiku – elegantly, carefully simple, and yet , to an equal measure, wickedly ambiguous, and entirely open to interpretation. A poem of two perfect halves, hinging in the middle .
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Ah, you poet, you! Nicely said darling Nick. Thank you! Xx
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Demons and bed bugs — two things you never want to sleep with.
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Sometimes tho, you never know what’s in your bed until you’re bitten. 👹
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Oh, er… [Starts blushing.] 🙂
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😀
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Reblogged this on Na trioblóidà and commented:
Non Serviam. Ná géill choÃche.
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Thanks Oggy! I’m being lazy today, and I know I can look it up, but can you translate for me?
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Never surrender.
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I apologise; the Latin I’m sure you know; my (very) bad Irish means “no surrender” Or words to that effect.
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