Category: Poetry
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The Glower of a Flower
I met a flower in the park A loving look I hoped to see Instead a glower in the dark Was the reproof given to me It knew I would never water it, Nor pull persistent weeds away It knew that I would pluck it, Fall in love with it and throw it away.
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A Son’s Song
My son, I left you far too soon, Too early to see you walk, Before the first burble of baby talk, But even then I somehow knew you. I almost tottered down the driveway, Bags heavier than my heart momentarily The sunrise a sunset of our last day, I could not bear to say goodbye. […]
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The Quiet Muse
I haven’t been silent, I’ve been quiet. For the poetry muse has reappeared after a long absence. And I must follow her. But not in silence. In her quiet. And mine.
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Did You Know?
I knew not love, Until it was called from me, And named so by another. I asked of love, If love was called from me, Then was I always a lover? Love said to me Living still and solitary Is nothing without another And you who knew love, Now called out from you by another […]
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A Quiet Courage
There’s a quiet courage in all of us Resident though not easily found One that most didn’t know existed That quiet courage bides it’s time Waits until that last but one moment Then softly says I was always here.
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Freedom of Speech Doesn’t Exist
Freedom of speech belongs to the loud and aggressive. Freedom of speech is their cacophony of voices shouting all at once. Freedom of speech is their smothering words that silences all other. Freedom of speech is the preserve of the crowd that excludes all but them. Freedom of speech is not our freedom extended to the […]
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Suffering Is a Superpower
Bleed out drop by drop, Breathe out gasp by gasp, Lose time tick for tock, And love beat by beat. Each day darkens upon dark, Each touch lessens its loss, I watched my heart disappear, Shrivelled and dried by fear. Push me away, slap my face, Shove me to the wall, that’s my place, Punch […]
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An Everlasting Light
The worst doubt drives my fear Do I really have any light to hold? When all I have will disappear Once all I am and was grows cold. When that light I carry dies out Another question I’ll ask with more doubt Will I leave the world dark once I go Or bathe it briefly in […]
Andrew James Whalan 