Category: My Work
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Shame on you – Shame on me
Shame on you – Shame on me When things go wrong and fall apartWhen what is right turns wrongCausality demands an equal share.The horse is placed behind the cart. How came we to this awkward branchThis Gordian knot in a line so straightThat could not miss its certain markDeflected by a mere mischance? It must…
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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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Lambton Park
Prelude This place, this place, this time Oasis in the cosmopolitan swirl of city life, An urban Eden near at hand Yet miles afar to questing boyish dreams. Pillared oaks and lofty maples, Red pine, Scots pine, Jack pines, Shading sparrows, larks and Sunday lovers. Pungent with pine and last year’s rot Crackling beneath my…
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The Selkie’s Song
The Selkie’s Song Sing seductive notes.Cast wide your nets and draw me in.Why do you never speak to me,But sing again and again sweet seduction’s callFrom sea-swept, spume-draped rocks? If you would speak or say the wordsTo make intentions known.I might reply “I hear your call”And would reply. “I’m here”And fall into your desirous nets…
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How Much ?
How much pain have I given, How much sorrow have I bestowed My careless ways have laid Upon your loving heart? You have forgiven so much And now I ask once more Bear with me down this final road. Where it leads I cannot say Nor when it ends cannot be known But I walk…
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