Category: My Work
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Not 9 to 5
Not 9 to 5 Poets have a job to do. It’s hard, frustrating work And it doesn’t pay well. The hours are erratic. The atmosphere is tense. Projects never end, Timelines are a joke, Management doesn’t care, And people come to laugh and stare As we scribe and scribble To no acclaim And little reward.
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Danger!
Approach with caution! This ice is thin And rushing waters swirl beneath My deceptive surface. This ice, once much thicker And able to bear the weight Of winter’s burden and yours, Is under siege. The sun above, the water below, This solitary bridge remains, Yet, it is mine And all that I have. I will…
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Moments
There are alarming moments When I hate myself for what I do: The pettiness, An unforgivable streak of mean, The desire to hurt instead of heal, A moment of blind obliviousness To a cry for help. If it will rise at a mere provocation, The slight ruffling of feathers, Then the most damning truth Is…
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Full Circle
So many blank stares, Eyes focused somewhere far away Dwelling perhaps on other thoughts Of another time, of other loves. Living other dreams, Sailing other seas. Their skin so thin and brittle Mottled and wrinkled Transparent as rice paper And just as fragile. Their eyes are rheumy Lost in faded images Their backs are bent.…
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Banshees
Banshees Have You Ever Seen The Movie “ The Banshees Of Inisheerin”? It’s a quirky story set on a desolate Irish island consisting of one pub, one church, many sheep and a few characters drawn from a Joycean dream. For 90% of the story, it is depressing and almost skeletal in its portrayal of life on…
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Foreshadowing
Foreshadowing “ To sleep, perchance to dream “ Do dreams foretell? Are they harbingers of things That hover ever nearer Like vultures circling, descending Ever closer to roost and feast On decaying flesh and bone? Make ready the winding sheet. Prepare my tomb, my solemn bier, Rehearse the psalms, Tune the pipes, shake off the…
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Talk To Me
Talk To Me Speak words that will make me listen And attend to what you say. I know you have a message of some import. I see it behind your eyes, In the quiver of your lips It dances on the air like swallows on a wire, Like the electric taste of lightening Announcing a…
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Just a Thought
Just a Thought It was there just a heart-beat ago, Dancing on the tip of my tongue. And it was good, so very, very good Good enough to shake the literary world Sit up and take notice, Make it stand it on its stodgy old head And sing praises to my wit. It came to…
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Canongate Kirkyard
Canongate Kirkyard A mist-like shawl embraces the earth Weaving through jagged broken teeth Of age-worn stones, A blanket for the souls beneath. The sacred and profane Lie side-by-side Now in silent harmony All quarrels, all feuds and all desires Now laid to rest. Walking slowly up the stoney path Glancing left and right To note…
Palimpsest 