Tag: People Poem
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And Tonight You Will Come To Me
And Tonight You Will Come To Me and tonight you will come to me and we will speak again we will say the things we should have said in the way we should have said them truly and sincerely and we will listen to each other and hear what we say we will hear what…
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The Sound Of Slowly Falling
The Sound Of Slowly Falling night-time in the house alone listening to settlement to the sound of everything slowly falling apart I’m thinking about writing or reading or painting or murder or drinking some more about simple, everyday, destruction about doing something anything but sitting here alone listening to settlement to the sound of me…
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The Abandoned Homes
The Abandoned Homes The lawns are untidy, leaf-littered, bits of toys and garden tools scattered all around. The ground is weedy, seeds of unwanted things still hanging, in need of attention, a thing they cannot find. Windows made opaque by curtains or blinds, or sometimes just dirty sheets nailed up to hide the fact that…
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Back There
Back There hurrying away rushing to get to somewhere that isn’t back there huffing and puffing and not taking time to see the world as I pass through it just rushing on and on and on and away like an old madman I used to know (perhaps that was me) (perhaps that is me) it…
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A Street Lamp Flickers
A Street Lamp Flickers A street lamp flickers into light. Another night begins. There is silence, a dull quiet, a lack of sound, and it fills my ears. The steam whistle of tinnitus begins to boil my brain. It isolates and brings solitude, even in company, even when other sounds, people, traffic, television, loud and…
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Anger Is An Energy
Anger Is An Energy anger is a darkening thing it brings down the light and dims the mind it makes none of sense and something of nothing and everything it touches is magnified and made too big to bear anger is an energy said the mad-eyed man it is a dark energy destructive and combustible…
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as if that is how it happens
as if that is how it happens Afterwards, you cried. I didn’t know why. We had made me a man, (as if that’s all there is to it, as if that is how it happens), but I didn’t understand how you thought. I was a boy then. I am still, in too many ways. You…
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Suffer Little Children
Suffer Little Children What is in their minds? As they kill their own children, what are they thinking? Arthur Labinjo-Hughes: A life cut short by cruelty
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The Drone Of Traffic
The Drone Of Traffic each morning I wake to the drone of traffic where the drones in traffic drone on about the traffic
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Old Woman Walking
Old Woman Walking old woman walking looking up to the heavens perhaps she sees god
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Footprints In The Snow
Footprints In The Snow footprints in the snow people passing through this life nowhere else to go
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Dead In The Water
Dead In The Water all those hopes and dreams a new home, peace, a new life dead in the water Channel Tragedy
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Thanks To The Fallen
Thanks To The Fallen Here in the free world We all have our liberty Thanks to the fallen
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For The Soldier
For The Soldier We think we know what it means to love. We say it we would do anything for those we love, but we don’t know. Most of us don’t know what love means. For the soldier, love means fighting, wearing the blood of another, tasting it, seeking it. It means walking out in…
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Big Stupid Dog
Big Stupid Dog The dog was big and pointless. It was a big, stupid, pointless dog. It does nothing well, said the boy, nothing that a dog should do. It does not bark properly. It does not run with speed or grace. It does not chew the legs off burglars, or even raise the alarm…
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Not Crazy But Mad
Not Crazy But Mad They aren’t crazy It isn’t that. That’s how they look, with their broken glass stare and brass face and all, and the way they stand, upright, unbending, unyielding, not a cower in them, but no, they aren’t crazy. Not crazy, but mad. They’re young, unburnt and unsullied yet, but they can…
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New Tricks Old Dog
New Tricks Old Dog even a young pup can sometimes show an old dog a book of new tricks
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Together Apart
Together Apart Not every word will be kind not every kiss will be gentle not every thought will be nice not every touch will be tender that is how it is that is how we are together in this together, apart No brief encounter or moon and stars just normal people that’s all we are.
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The Thief Taking
The Thief Taking A Poem I saw the thief as I went to do the shopping, in the early morning, before his taking. The thief looked spent. He was waiting at the entrance, bent over a barrier pole, the kind that stops the ram raider clowns, on the whole. He had his hoodied head down,…
Writing Me Up 