Tag: Poetry
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Shaken over the edge
Three steps then over the edge, She doesn’t even look down, She waits pauses at the ledge, And empties out a dressing gown! Despite sending no one into space, Her hands stay ensuring his place, She must be shaking him fully awake, Her wrists still cocked holding his cape! But she could never fold sheets with me!…
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Wedded Bliss
Yeah well so much for wedded bliss. An unknown elixir I’ll always miss. So tell me when will it all start? After the fault finding of my heart? Or post hissing names in my head? Or after the blow meant me dead? Was that when the happy marriage began? Or will I…
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No It Was Me
No it was me, not you, no way, That stopped the BBQ that day, Just said what no one could see, Yep point the finger, it was me. Great day for it, eh? Still daylight? Got the pecking order all right? Who cooks, who stands by, Who gets drinks, me i looked at the sky!…
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The Measure is the Mark of the Machine
The measure is the mark of the machine, Perfect function hours minutes precisely. Every part can only meet in synchrony, Touching the spaces in between. The space is the realm of the spirit, That wanders lost in an endless void, Until it meets another in synchronicity. Touching the spaces in between.
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On His Poetry
I still don’t know how the poet began. I do know I loved songs as a child. I still can remember the church hymns from even before I went to school. I can remember nursery rhymes. I can remember even the pop music (Van Morrison’s The Way Young Lovers Do!). But when it comes to…
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If her words return unbidden to me.
If her words return unbidden to me Freely released from her hidden fear, Perhaps my silence would call her heart near, And so reveal our love’s infinity.
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I fell the other way
Though you’ll never be ready. It’ll happen soon enough Best you hear it from me, Just don’t take it so tough. Though it might possibly be I’ll say what you’d rather not hear, Final words that hurt forever by me, Having spoken our greatest fear. I intended to fall out of love, Set aside the…
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Love’s Rift
Would I stand with the throng who fear love’s rift? Embraced by the crowd that desires love’s rush. I’d rather stand aside and hide my blush. Silently hope my path would meet love’s drift. For I have felt false love’s momentary lift. Desire its accomplice only seeks to crush, And destroy love’s seed in a…
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War Tired
Aren’t you tired of waging war? sacrificing first your first born: Husband then son then daughter. Aren’t you tired of waging war? Shunning, silencing and exiling Mothers, brothers, sisters then father. Aren’t you tired of waging war? Calling to them then turning from Friends and family all forsaken alike. Aren’t you tired of waging war?…
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Poetry Died Today
Poetry died silently today Words on faded paper. An unspoken epitaph. The mother chiding her daughters, All in accidental rhyme, The priest who praised the lilies, Words that sing through time. Martin Luther King with his dream, Obama’s soaring words of hope, That rapper’s message Of prisons, crime and dope. I hear the birds call,…