Category: My Poetry
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Quicksand
Quicksand So innocent, no warning given A surface so level and alluring An easy path through briars and bracken To weary feet the way does beckon. A long and tiresome journey Wishing greener hills to see Setting out with a compass true A clear trail below the sky above so blue. With steady cadence and…
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The Scent Of Summer
The Scent Of Summer The intoxicating scent of summer carried on the air, A heady draught of memories that call out To follow, follow across summer’s green In the dance of birth, life and death To savour the moment that is now. Skipping a leprechaun jig across the green Shaking the dew from flower and…
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Will-o-the-Wisp
My Will-o’-the-Wisp Click on the music bar to listen 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…
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The Scent Of Summer
The Scent Of Summer The intoxicating scent of summer carried on the air, A heady draught of memories that call out To follow, follow across summer’s green In the dance of birth, life and death To savour the moment that is now. Skipping a leprechaun jig across the green Shaking the dew from flower and…
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Not Me
Not Me Don’t pick me, Please don’t pick me. Pick the one ahead Or the one behind, To the left or to the right Or near the back of the room, Over there in the corner Front row or back. Don’t pick me. Please, please don’t pick me. I didn’t study, I didn’t prepare. I’m…
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The Sad Sad Prince
Poor Charlie and the 45 Lured across the water with promises of glory, Could barely speak the language, More at home with French or Polish tongues And what little English he comprehended Was bastardized by these highland rogues. Weather alone would give the poor weak lad Much cause to reconsider his decision To attempt to…
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Muse
I Have Found My Muse “That’s It!” I cry! I have chased round and round This form that I’ve adopted, only to discover The thing on which I’ve seized and tried to emulate Is a pale shadow of the master’s design. A structure and sensibility unfolding on my page Like the natural language of my…
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It Must Be Me
It Must Be Me There are none left upon the field To take up the cause and rally to the flag, Grasp the banner of civility in defiance, March through the wreckage of this home. Declare “No More”. Defeat is marked on bloodied faces And cries of “Mercy, Mercy” go unheeded. A bitter thing to…
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Free Of Conscription
Free Of Conscription I have grown up free of conscription Free of compulsory military service Free from the threat of invasion or conquest. This was a birthright presented to me By those who fought to grant me this gift. My father was one of those who served With gallant distinction, receiving wounds Clearing the Scheldt…
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Out Of Hand
Out Of Hand Unfit to lead – Unfit to follow This writing thing has gotten out of hand. There are needs that call for my attention But I have little appetite for them. I am distracted, otherwise engaged, Put off the scent and led down trails That consume me to exclusion of all else. The…
Palimpsest 