Writing Me Up

Writings by me, for me. Forgive me.

Month: December 2020

  • A Journey To My Place

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    A Journey To My Place – a poem. on a journey to my place privet hedges border every step I take in the suburbs of the sub-urban streetscape sycamores and limes line the roads and whisper in the wind that blows over and around me in the side roads dog turds tightly wrapped in small…

  • Nothing To Believe

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    Nothing To Believe – poem Do we really need gods? Do we really need something So unbelievably odd? Something so nothing, When all that exists Is all that we see, Why do we need this Nothing to believe? Is it simply because We just can’t conceive This is all there is for us, This is all…

  • A Place In The Country

    A Place In The Country

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    A Place In The Country I live in a house in the heart of a city I always have, always will, very probably, where acres of asphalt abound and surround me, with neighbours in earshot and too close proximity. (whatever I do I know they know about it, whatever they do I just don’t really…

  • We Have Become A Horde

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    We Have Become A Horde – a poem. We have become a horde. We are too many. We are demons, Legion, A curse on this planet. This world cannot sustain The weight of us. Nothing can withstand us. Our sheer numbers Overwhelm everything, everywhere. All are crushed by our feet, Sixteen billion soles, Trampling over…

  • Love To Like

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    Love To Like When does love Turn to like? Is it in an instant, Triggered by an incident, A specific event That you can recall And remember forever? Something they did That disappointed you, Or, perhaps, more likely, Something you did That offended them. Worse, Was it all the things You did Together? Or is…

  • The Green Zone

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    The Green Zone Uncivil wars unending. I need some peace. Evacuate the building, the home front, Start marching, Escape the urban battleground, Find the nearest green zone. Open fields discover me. Grassland, some wild, some like a mown carpet. Blue sky, high clouds, distant hills. Kestrel at a hover, grace with wings, Sun burnishing its…

  • The Woman Is Gone

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    The Woman Is Gone – senryu The woman is gone. Moist lips, soft skin, sweet perfume. I can still taste her.

  • The Ecology

    The Ecology

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    The Ecology – a poem It’s the ecology, stupid. Don’t you get it? All those things we do, Eating and drinking, Everyday living, Everything That comes from us. What we can’t help but do, What comes out of us, That’s the problem. It’s the ecology, stupid. What we make, What we do with it, What…

  • An Empty Nest

    An Empty Nest

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    An Empty Nest Now an empty nest is filled by an absent whole and our fledgling needs

  • Spring Shoots Winter

    Spring Shoots Winter

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    Spring Shoots Winter – Haiku Early winter time. Even in these cold dark days spring shoots are showing.