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March 5, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry

Fruits

Sweet & tart, fermented fruits,

Strong on the nose with smooth length,

With oak & plum attributes,

Spirituous, displaying strength.

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March 5, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry

Ducts

She faces it alone,

Monsters, shadows and fears.

Eyes set, sturdy as stone,

Set by suspended tears.

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February 26, 2016November 11, 2016 / Poetry

Ode to a Stranger

Standing roadside on a bustling street,

I spy you from a green car,

Would you much rather be elsewhere?

So unaware of where to go next,

Do you lack my set destination?

To me you are a drifter, a solitary figure.

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February 25, 2016 / Poetry

Aloft

Drunk on wine and blue cheese,

Cigarettes rain down hill,

On these sheets full of sleaze,

Sloshing, and I standstill.

Skin you of your being,

So I may also be free,

With your new eyes seeing,

Losing the need to flee.

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February 24, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry

The Statue

Solid masses of raw dreams,

And Midas made me a God,

As I fell through gilded pages.

And gold cascades down in streams,

Applause and the people awed,

‘Twas the swift work of mages.

Peasants fix their mangled seams,

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February 24, 2016February 24, 2016 / Haiku

Remember

The sun disappears,

Remember the moon phases,

All life one day ends.

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February 23, 2016 / Poetry

Lost

The fairground, finding myself in mirrors,

Perplexed and dazed by the lurid colours,

Of green and red and blue plastic rivers,

Hardly a place of magical wonders.

Step and sink into a cavernous tear,

As a clocked man, in black, with joy looks on.

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February 23, 2016 / Poetry

Warrior

A warrior, stained to the flesh and core,

As the dead float calmly down the river.

This soldier with everything to deplore.

With only the weapon of words to roar,

Tarnished true sword cast down by this giver,

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February 23, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry

Waves

You, the master earth,

I, the palest moon.

What is distance worth,

As your blue waves swoon.

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February 23, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry

Disperse

Stir passion with your verse,

Make winds of storm, clouds blown.

These clouds which then disperse,

To far skies yet unknown.

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