Category: My Work
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Piping More So
Piping More So Piping is like haggis, Both make the best of a poor situation, Piping more so than haggis (in my opinion). Some may argue For one or the other, But both make do with what is at hand: Plentiful sheep, A bit of barley, Some spices, And a few small, straight sticks, Taking…
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Symbols
Symbols Not to overstate the obvious, But symbols are representations Of something else. We imbue symbols with A tangled web of meaning. Cross, Swastika,Yellow Star, Quran. Symbols are a kind of shorthand That can declare many things at once, A belief, a worldview, a moral stand. There is danger in adopting symbols Without understanding their…
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Leech
Leech You are not here for my comfort. You are here for my education. I dine leech-like On your presence And take what morsels You may drop Or I can find. Doctors minister to my physical needs. Dialogue ministers to my emotional needs And an intellectual need for stimulation. This may be presumptuous, But I…
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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…
Palimpsest 