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January 2020 Collage Poem: Famous People I've Never Met
In the new dawn of dreams
Adolf sits on his final throne of dirt dug deep,
Wondering if the English Bard would have loved him so,
Don’t go down that street!
We are wild-walking beings with a side of dark heart.
Sheep have beautiful contours and very furry
Hurry up Steinbeck, you’re rambling
Sitting on tailored lawns through polished glass
Not as cool in old b...
Tuesday 14th January 2020 5:23 pm
Kiss
A billion light years away from now
Seems to be our last mutual smile
A billion more miles away
Is were we could stay
In a kiss
So missed
For which I pray
Thursday 9th January 2020 12:50 am
Mid January
No one else can judge me
Only God who reads hearts
People have abused me
When I reach fake of the facts
If you believe you're the master
And you can judge and lead
Surely you lose the only factor
That keeps you faithful indeed
Leave me alone fair and simple
I have to forget tens of lies
You should break your false temple
Wake up please .. open your e...
Saturday 6th April 2019 8:20 pm
January 2018 Collage Poem: A New Life I
Birds in nests, delicate bluebells
Thrive in demanding abundance
Nature takes its course
As the animals go wild
Overcoming your insecurities
Whether swimming in lakes or crossing gateposts
Catching ghosts in the shadows
But you must let them go.
Run through the wind
And John said "Oh dear! Oh dear!"
Lozenge lawns running through the winds
He is ...
Monday 8th January 2018 10:14 pm
The first of January's nights
I was looking at that window thinking
there's someone I love in there -
and she was
I looked at your window later
waving a thousand times -
and yet couldn't stop
I'm looking at that dim lit window
as cold rain struggles to freeze white -
And in there are my mad life's beauties,
as I lean against the first of January's nights
Tuesday 17th January 2012 9:49 pm
Early January Snow Blues
There is calmness
Like a Buddhist prayer
On the road
When it snows
And cars are afraid
To come down it.
There is softness
In the trees rustling
When the wind
Shakes it off
Which reminded me
Of my father
When he used
To shake off his boots
Before he stepped back inside
After gritting
The front path.
And as it gets so...
Monday 11th January 2010 1:57 pm
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