Category: poetry
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Duty can be Hell
Wearing whatever could be made in time, he strolled the corridors of need, knowing that his work would wrest a grieving groan from his gambolling gut. ————————- He smiled through his mask, at a mountain of plastic moving slowly on tired feet and eyes that showed the shadows of pain and further tragic loss. —————————…
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Deadly Disease of War.
She turned to the sun and smiled her weakness fading it fast, the light had raised hope that somehow, now would be other. ——————- She tolerated the torment of inhuman hunger and grief, as she was too young to know of a people punishing children. ——————————- Her heart fluttered and fitted as the sun rose…
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Nature’s Bounty.
It will rain soon and then we’ll find the days solemn and safe, but sweet if we could hear the plants, who call to one another for water and rejoice at the sweet smelling air that wraps them round, quelling their fear of early deaths, and shrivelled leaves before the fruits are floating on the…
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Ice Sculpture
It wasn’t the ice sculpture nor the misinformation, it was his contact disregard for his position of power, irresponsibility of a man, who followed footprints he cannot fill, by breaking the long lived traditions of careful civility and his bad behaviour bringing him points and votes, as we lower our setting standards for extreme politics…
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Rule Britain
Sugar coated conundrums cast out of royalties empty promises, listing, the ship of fools sails out into the misty metaphors of a future fading into foreboding – ——————————— of a time where the happy smiles, are those whose wiles have won them influences, that capitalise their assets and bring ample riches. ———————————— Today would be…
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Tech
I crawled along the corridor of life carrying the cogent plans of the clever whose want is to waken us instantly, look at messages from every corner of the earth on themes and memes and news and queues of things they want us to know. ——————- The weight wormed into my back and heart,…
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The law is a cruel ass
She lay still, unaware, unable to say, “No!” Unable to resist or scream, captive to their cowardly act. They took her fragile body, and their foul bodies, took her soul, and shredded it, violating her inner Sanctum, and then, ——————— She was battered again in media and courts, as they try to crush her, their…
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Desolation and Consolation
The syllables slipped out and fell through the whispering realms, making a gash in the side of hope and wounding the heart of love. ————————– It continued to wind its way past whitened wintry fields of wisdom, and flew innocent as thistledown crushing the cry of community. ————————————- It held children in evil places, laughed…
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It
Shiny metal, flawless finish, is moved along its production line, mirroring the faces of men and women pleased with progress and a pay cheque to provide for their children. ————- Packed in safety, protection paramount as It is ported away to prove Its worth, passing men and women overalled and busy in the cavernous warehouses.…
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Extinction
Tis the jolly, holly season when the leaves fall brown and children’s conker filled hands hide in their pockets, while many watch the decaying colours brighten the landscape. ————— While stacked stocks of stifling carbons wait their turn to saturate the air and of smooth the seasons out- ———————— Til, no frost and mist,…
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