There’s something about the pen
and notepad where black
meets white swirling
creating contrast Light and Dark
Life and Death
Between the lines…
That’s where the story lies
waiting to be found
Category: Poetry
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What happens after this lifeof flesh and desires?Will we wonder heads bowedin reverence, shame, regret?Or float through the dingy ceilingto inspect the moon for cheese?Perhaps we’ll cling to a breezeand follow her wherever she twists and turns?When the night is dark and eerie,will we raise our ghastly chains in dance,shaking our hips to the fiery salsa tune?Will there be a pearly gate,withholding all that is wholesome…and pie?Or flames that lick our translucent feet,till we do the Kansas City Shuffle?Where do I rendezvous with the animalsthat I’ve cared for all my days?Can I afford the River Man’s tollfor safe passage to the ethereal?Maybe there is only our achievements,which will vanish in the rainto feed the thirst of a new day.
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I had this dream, I don’t regret it
You and I, there I said it.
Walking, talking of time gone by
But somehow not, the dream belieAfloat
Something long silent awoke
Slithering its way up, stomach to throat
Between, what’s broke, a little more
But Knots for knots anchoredSunlight
Barricade mine eyes to darkness
As vivid fragments wisp pass
To catch just one to hold to
For there day A momentD.M.
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Daylight is burning, better get moving
get it?
I don’t.
D.M.
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The hovel I call home.
Broken heater winders,
never cool summers.
But, the company is good.
Critters scampering before my feet,
praying today is not the day,
begging forgiveness perhaps,
the instant before darkness.
But, the company is good
Painted mould chipping,
revealing green undercoat habitat,
floating to my nose with every breath.
But, the company is good.
My friends through thick and thin.
Home…
D.M.
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