Category: My Poetry
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What Do I Miss?
What Do I Miss? I miss the touch of another’s skin. I miss the sound of another’s voice. I miss the comfort of one by my side. I miss the thrill of having an audience. I miss the sound of laughter. I miss the trail of tears on a cheek. I miss the sight of…
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Lotus Eater
Lotus Eater Looking at my work, I see The indelible hand of Dylan Thomas. My pardon, please. I’m trying so hard to be the Welshman, Consciously or unconsciously I picked out pieces and Wrapped my own vision around them. I know I’m a thief. Haunted by a long ago encounter And struggling to acquire near…
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Will-o’-the-Wisps #2 *
Will-o’-the-Wisps #2 My true companions who never fail Flashing here and there Illuminating pathways to the nether world Dazzling spinning My Arms outstretched to grasp the earth With fingers seeking purchase To slow my frantic pace Always to the edge And not one step beyond For fear that Fates may lead me Where I would…
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Autoeroticism
Autoeroticism Writing is an autoerotic endeavour Usually performed secretly in the dark. The audacity of placing a consonent next to a vowel In the expectation of something significant Is hubris. A sin. The writer is guilty of stroking his own ego Then taking no responsibility for the outcome. It’s pleasurable, but pointless Unless there is…
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Uncertainties
Uncertainties I am terrified that All this is mere doggerel Fit only for derision and scorn I live in fear that what I write Is insipid and vapid, Art without merit Fit only for greeting cards Growth without direction Guilt gnaws at my certainties It weakens my will. And questions my beliefs. I am subject…
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November 05, 2024
November 05, 2024 We were secure in our lifeboats As we watched the Titanic go down, A victim of ice, design and hubris. The band played to muffle the screams To steady the hand and quiet the children We endured the trauma, We said our goodbyes, We mourned so many passings. There’s nothing to be…
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No Less Noble
No Less Noble I am alone. Nothing but an old rag Stained and tattered Useful enough to wipe a stain or spill. It was once part of something else, New, clean and whole. Now it is torn and ragged, Moving on to another purposes No less noble than before Yet scorned. Nothing but an old…
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Mirrors
Mirrors A passing glance in a merciless mirror Catches a stranger furtively staring back Masked in disbelief. To my horror and dismay Every line, wrinkle, scar and blemish Is clearly revealed. The veil is lifted The curtain parted All my sins seem roadmapped On my face. If this is how others see me It’s little…
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Fit Part A into Part B
Fit Part A into Part B Some scholarship is delivered With an instruction manual. It demonstrates the steps And offers a plan To produce a (*fill in your own media), Or at least to understand a (*fill in your own media). The plan is called: “The Beginning“ and “ The End “. What falls between…
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Fusion & Fission
Fusion & Fission (a) (Another allegory about things) Fisson Hiroshima I shrink my lines to the minimum. Where editing is an act of weeding out Removing excess wherever it be Until what remains rests comfortably In my palm or on the page Without losing sight of the goal. No more than necessary, No less than…
Palimpsest 