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The Times We Share

27/3/2022

 
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​Photo by Nick Crutchley

​The times we share
Having a laugh while shovelling up muck
That smelly gold that gardener’s love
From which grows beautiful flowers
 
The times we share
Watching movies both new and old
While the dogs jump and lick my face
My friends, the canine race
 
The times we share
I watch her care for both horse and dog
While I race for charity a plastic frog
And laughter pours from all
 
The times we share
As a child I swam a hundred lengths
When she cried, come on Son, you can do it!
The support she gave while growing up.
 
The times we share
The good times, the hard times, you know
Maybe you have a mother too?
Love them, for they are precious things…
 
Did I just call my mother a thing?
Now I will be scolded
By gentle laughter, and engaging wit
The times we share. . . .

My Friend, the Shadow

5/2/2022

 
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​There’s a part of me that remains sane
Undamaged by the blame
A gentle soul with an altruistic goal
Who is not scared of his own shadow 

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Cornflake

18/9/2021

 
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Everything rendered just-in-time
Reality wrought by brains insane
Advertising Epoch—cornflakes abound
When a cornflake falls, does it make a sound?
 
Take these pills, son, and the reality we teach
Take these pills, girl, square peg in round hole
Open your heart so we can close it down
You are the cornflake, we are the sound

If Only

19/7/2021

 
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Others have lives that unfold
Mines on hold, incarcerated
Cannot flee the doubt within
Flayer of positivity

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Midnight

17/11/2020

 
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Image by Gerd Altmann

​I see only dreams, nightmares
Forever twisted, unholy
A fever of unspoken frenzy
A straight jacket of thought
And memories

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Stepping Towards Emptiness

30/10/2020

 
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A poison arrow pierced me
Festering anger turned to hate
For decades it sat there
Pulsing ill will 

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Barefoot Thief

22/7/2020

 
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I escaped the city as a thief
Armed with wit and guile
Only to steal no peace of mind
As barefoot I ran 

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And Angels Weep

11/5/2020

 
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Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter

​She’s lead
Transmuted into gold through love
Our heart
Bound deep but forever apart
Our loneliness echoes in each other’s soul
Yet we never speak, and angels weep

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Anthropocene

12/4/2020

 
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Image by Comfreak
​Sea crashes plastic
Fish mercury fed
Temperature taken
Gaia infected
Infested!
Humankind spreads

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No One

8/4/2020

 
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​Doubt dominates belief
Self against self
Shadow obscuring positive intention
And all paths become blocked
by the one who says ‘Can’t’
while the other fights, ‘Can!’
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But the fight, soon lost, leaves only inaction
a decision feared, never made, absconded
Can I? No.
Should I? No.
Why not?
You cannot win, see, you’re nobody, no one;
who do you think you are?
No one?
Yes.
No one . . .
But we engage in conversation
I let doubt seep in
Friendly, I offer kindness
And doubt dissipates
Hopefully

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