Category: Poetry
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A Weed in Need
The kiss of light was never knownTo this poor stepped on weed.Left laying low they stayed there prone,This lonely weed in need. But one kind soul took pity onThis flower all else passed,One lowly weed who’s hopes had gone Felt light’s embrace at last. The stranger saw what all had missedIn scores of passersby,This meagre weed…
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Birds of Paradise
Out lost at sea and all alone,A single figure bobs.No line nor rope was ever thrown,To spare her sorry sobs. What chance she had is surely gone,With every effort spent.Yet still at sea she struggled on,Against her doomed descent. Each wave that came felt larger stillThan those which came before;They broke upon her waning willBut…
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Blossom’s Kiss
There’s a cherry blossom in the park I’ve sat under for three summers now. Three summers from three very turbulent years. This is for that cherry blossom. I’d sing to thee oh cherry tree,If you could hear my song.I call to you in luscious sea,In hopes you’ll sing along. For in this song you’re sure…
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Captive Thoughts
She lay alone upon her bed,In shadowed gilded walls.Fresh chains ordain her tortured head;This Queen of lavish gall. She wastes her day all locked away,Her shackles leave her numb. But bound by fear like hunted prey She rots there deaf and dumb. The sun goes down in apt review, As muted there she stays.No light nor love could…
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A Futile Lullaby
The only truth of which we can be sure,The one we fear the most and dare not speak,Is that which starts will end then start once more. We say in life there’s pain you must endure, And that it passes is, however bleak, The only truth of which we can be sure. But what we know yet…
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Mock the Clock
I wish that time were mine to bend,To speed or slow at will.With poise the noise I would transcend,The clock now locked and still. I wish that time were mine to call,I’d bring the pace to heel.In joy I’d stall to idle crawl, And bar it’s endless wheel. I wish that time were mine to rule,To…
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The Trumpeter of Matlock
For Emily’s friend; There once was a legend at Battle Bit,Who was also quite good at the trumpet.And with a wink and a toot,His beat took root,Now the band plays hit after hit.
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Witch Hunt
The silence broke with savage cries!And frenzied rabid songs,This hunting band which sought it’s prizeDrilled howling ruthless throngs. The witch was sure they’d miss her denIf she stayed hushed and still,These flaming torches slung by menIntent to land their kill. Still like stone she froze in place,With panicked whispered spell:Pray her sanctum left no traceTo…
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Frailty’s Charm
Unending swirling thinking foundA lonely Witch confused;Staggered, wounded, almost drowned,Her shattered heart contused. This lake, before, once so sereneNow vile, whirled and coarse,Had peeked into her thoughts and seenThis dark unyielding force. Inside her mind she tries to findA breath, a truce. Reprieve – “Oh please!”“End this maelstrom most unkind,And let me rest at ease”.…
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The Forest
She sat alone balanced atopHer mournful tower of doubt.Below she saw an endless drop,No place for hope to sprout. Despair came fast and gripped her heartIn grief, forlorn, she cried.The pain she held right from the startBetrayed her tragic eyes. Above the sky held no reprieve,As darkness clamours in,For her no soul would weep or…
Anthropologist Astray 