Category: My Poetry
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Eavesdropping
Eavesdropping I feel a bit intrusive, Eavesdropping on their private moments. As I both hear and listen, I cannot separate myself From their confusion, Uncertainty And grief. It is a vicarious, guilty experience. It brings back many memories: Death near at hand And death as seen From a distance.
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Band of Fools
A Band of Fools A band of fools With little else to do But relive the past Savour the present And disregard the future. A band of merry pranksters Aboard the bus called Further Bound for distant lands And a city called Unknown.
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Picture the Scene
Picture The Scene Two semi-intoxicated mates Crunching dizzily across the frozen bay. Moonlight and starlight combine To cast a ghostly shimmer, Doubling and redoubling Across the icy surface, Flashing tiny stars Above and below our sight. We find ourselves struck By the improbability of this moment On such a night As this.
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Illusions
Illusions Dancing lakes On sun-soft blacktop Where nothing is as it seems Until I approach And find it has moved on
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Wordy Cats
Wordy Cats I have nearing five hundred soldiers Standing ready to do battle With my foes. They are my defence against A dark wave that threatens The bulwark of my self and soul. Will this be another day Of filling pages with disconnected thoughts And fragmented dreams? A rag-tag rabble of voices Clamouring for attention?…
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Lines Before Dawn
Lines Before Dawn Oh, dark angel, Have you come to hover o’re my bed, To cause me grief and sorrow, Signalling the dominion of night? Or do you come as harbinger of light Heralding the approach of dawn? Or are you a mere entr’acte? Or the final drawing of the curtain? Balanced on these many…
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Mirror Mirror
MIRROR MIRROR Am I being pretentious? Am I putting on airs? Do my words carry meaningful weight, Or are they just puffs of steam From a calliope’s whistle, Just a fading aftermath Of something loud? I wave this flag or that For the attention that it brings, Fuelled by a Wilde-like aversion To not being…
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Why and How
Why and How I don’t want instruction on “How” to write, I think I’m doing pretty well in that regard. I want instruction on “Why” I write And how I can write With more innovation and precision. Innovation is the key. It’s how I keep from saying things That others have said And play the…
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Emergence
Emergence I need to escape this hospital routine. I know I must run on their timetable. I know that it’s necessary for There is so much for them to do. They must be excused. But it is not my timetable. I am often chided for not adhering To my circadian rhythm And the way I…
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Shine a Light
Shine a Light A diminished third and half-toned seventh Can transform joy into melancholy, Sunshine into darkness, Hope into despair, Major into minor. A twist here A tweak there Can bring the darkest night Even to the brightest day. Another twist here Another tweak there Can resolve that minor chord and Shine a light into…
Palimpsest 