Month: November 2020
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My Many Lovely Evils
My Many Lovely Evils – A Poem In many ways I am a man made up by many others: by father, brother, sister, mother, grandparents and cousins. I am a man, like any man, who’s formed by other people; by friends and foes, and those that know my many lovely evils. I hated work, I…
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Being Young
Being Young – A Poem Shouting Wearing shorts Knee scabs The joy of worms Always running Never walking First time tastes Ice cream soda Christmas morning! Pets like pals Alien girls Forever friends First time met Eating for fun Enemy vegetables Stories in books Comics Television Games at school Laughing Brotherly love Mother as god…
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When Words Are Too Much
When Words Are Too Much – senryu The touch of a hand. That is all that is needed when words are too much.
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Brief Shining Moments
Brief Shining Moments – A Poem When you’re young Nothing is impossible Anything can happen And you believe Everything will happen It just will It’s expected You expect it You expect your dreams To just happen And for a few Brief shining moments They will They really will You’re young You’re good looking The world…
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Cracks Papered Over
Cracks Papered Over – a poem. A house. Four walls, a roof. A container. It keeps things in, lets little out, not even hope. Feelings wither, unreciprocated, damaged, both, apart together. Dreams die, strangulated, unarticulated, in these silent rooms. Side by side, they sit and hide from each other, unlike lovers. There, in that house,…
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A Quantum Of Love
A Quantum Of Love A quantum of love like binary stars coupling is both great and small
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The Gloriously Mundane
The Gloriously Mundane – a poem. Not everything in life has urgency. It isn’t all about now now now. Not everything is important. The daily crisis just isn’t. There is no big red button tempting us, scaring us. Most of us don’t have that burden. Very few of us would want it. No. There’s just…
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In Love And Happy
In Love And Happy – senryu Black words, a white page. A contrast, like true and false, in love and happy.
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Rain Made Man
Rain Made Man – a poem Rain clouds, dull, grey, somber, stretching far past seeing, scattering their billion silver seeds of cold all over this old wet land. My land. The land I come from, that made me what I am, such as I am. This rain nourishes, quenches, shapes, and carries us throughout our…
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War Memorials
War Memorials – Senryu War memorials. These stones speak for the fallen; all the engraved ones.
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We Will All Pass On
We Will All Pass On – Senryu All the things we own are merely borrowed items we will all pass on
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The Kissing Leaves
The Kissing Leaves – haiku The kissing leaves fall whisper farewell to the trees die on sullen earth
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The Sparrow Tree
The Sparrow Tree – a poem. The laurel in the garden, badly clipped into a shabby ball, green, tight-leafed and sheltering, speaks to me now in querulous voices. It has become a haven for birds, their perches the unseen, leafless twiglets and branches within. Hidden from cats and hawks and cold, and the casual cruelty…
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Light And Dark Love
Light And Dark Love – Senryu. A love can be both As light as the brightest day And as dark as night
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A Little God Lies
A Little God Lies In all the small things, all things bright and beautiful, a little god lies
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The Shivering Tor
Burn me, then, when I am done and scatter my ashes on the shivering Tor. Don’t bury my bones in a dutiful hole. Nothing of me will be left at the end. There was nothing much at the start. Nothing worth remembering. What is there to remember, anyway? The last stone at Cheops, the first…
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Autumn Life
Autumn Life – Haiku. Bleak autumn morning, rainy, wet, windy and cold. Good to be alive.
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Love Is A Nonsense
Love Is A Nonsense Love is a nonsense. It is, isn’t it? A stupid idea, perhaps conceived in conception or some other fulfilment of need from the time before we had a need for words. I mean, what is it for? What does it do, Love? It lays a burden of duty, propriety, on those…
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Writing Me Up 