Category: My Poetry
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Query
Query The sky above, the earth below, All well-ordered things where they belong. Is it too much to ask That they remain so? Why do I dare? Who am I trying to deceive With these poetic aspirations And lofty sights set on notions Of beauty, eloquence or talent? These pieces are, In fact, mere expositions,…
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Foreshadowing
Foreshadowing“ To sleep, perchance to dream “ Do Dreams foretell?Are they harbingers of thingsThat hover ever nearer,Like vultures circling, descendingEver closer to roost and feastOn decaying flesh and bone?Make ready the winding sheet.Prepare my tomb, my solemn bier,Rehearse the Psalms,Tune the pipes, shake off the dustFrom sombre suits and mourning veils.I feel their need is…
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Loss
Loss Loss Once I swore “To Have and To Hold”, A vow made in all sincerity, Words uttered from the heart. But how strong? How long? Two joined as one unto death Yet such vows can be so fragile. When all the lace and dewy webs Of ever-after dreams are gone, torn by strife or covered With the ennui born…
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A Song for Sunrise and Other Solitudes
A Song for Sunrise and Other Solitudes Shaking off the veil of slumber’s shroud,I settle, cup in hand, attending toThe bird-chirp chorusesThis quiet time allowed. Hyperion’s call rings clear and loudAnd shaking off the shroud of sleep,I don the cloak of morning’s garbTo face what time and tide allowed. This morn is mine and so…
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Spinning and Weaving
Spinning and Weaving Drawing threads from here and there,Hands long used to hard labourAnd the bite of wind and seaNow spin and weaveThe story of our line,Trace our seed in warp and weftWith colours drawnFrom soil and sand, shrub and bloomThat speak our history in its sett. It is the way of thingsAs story gives…
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Apostate
Apostate Many would call me that.It is a label I would take onAs willingly as many others.I’ve given justification for most,If not all,And stand accused and unrepentant.I bear the scars, though most lie hidden,And bring them out infrequentlyAs justification for what I am,What I have become.A poor excuse I must admit,But all that I have…
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More Inclined
More Inclined The more I loved,The less inclined I was to love.Once I loved with deep, consuming passionAnd upon a time it was very good.It sustained me,It held me up and carried me onIn sure belief that it would last forever.I could not see beyond its ending,But ending was its fate. The more I looked,The…
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Your Hand
Your Hand Once, my love You Gave me your hand. Now, just these images remain Of faded hope and sorrow. How I mourn that presence, Feel the rush and the glow, Swept me through, upheld the dark days. Never ending, but , , , Like birds swept up, away to warmer climes, Fled with changing…
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Toxicity
Toxicity I look for beauty in the world around meIn things too trivial for most to notice.I take delight in the small and inconsequentialThings that are lost in this ever-expanding cosmos.I am intrigued by contradictions and ambiguitiesAnd the twisting paths that lead to resolution.My focus is on the “Why and How”Of issues that demand an…
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Me And The Boy
Me And The Boy Me and the boy Walking side by side Along the stoney river bank. Not too far, Not too close, My heart says let him go. He has to venture, must dare Must wander further away If he is ever To wander anywhere. How much of my experience Do I dare impart…
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