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Quiet

How I wish the world was more quiet

I really hate all this hurly-burly

Too many folk are chattering

Some of them getting quite surly

 

Next door's lawn mower's buzzing

Birds twitter like a string quartet

My dog is howling at the postman

Soon I'll strangle that damned pet

 

Someone's hoovering fit to bust overhead

Pop music is screeching somewhere

Today even type...

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Chit Chat

Speaking can feel like your swallowing

So, you may as well swallow instead

Or it’s giving,

Giving and giving

Fingers down your throat,

Retching

Searching for…

Will I be stronger tomorrow?

Or just hollow tomorrow?

So, you end up filling up on someone else’s dictionary

I am disarmed without my language

But my language is disarming

Words do break your bones

Voca...

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"The Ropes Are Fraying And Soon I'll Sail"

“The ropes are fraying and soon I’ll sail”
pencilled grey
along the edge of my notebook page
a heart-breaking phrase
sure to inspire, somehow
 
Flicking through, I read it again
and pause to lament;
That boat washed out
its anchorage severed
silently, in the night
no words, no words
 
He’s gone
and into that sad darkness 
so many other ships would follow
The town seems quiet this e...

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The Quiet People

The quiet, timid people

hid amongst the gathered flock,

cowered in the nooks and crannies

where no-one else wanted to go,

lowered their frightened eyes

when the others came around.

A voiceless legion tethered to anxiety,

tied to a heightened fear

of imagined temporal titans.

A tribe of mixed emotions

withstanding the advancing mass.

Thoughts of survival and

the ...

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The Season of cleanse

I hear the pitter patter outside my window
So soothing and melodic to my ears now
The rain outside is pouring down
Creating a melodic soothing sound
I again start to finally breathe
As this cleansing process sets me free
The noise it makes charms me
Often helping me see clearly
I long for Autumn to soon come around
It's the rainy season, I have found
The water trickling from the sky
Has...

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Trout

The lake is still in the evening sun

A little breeze make the longer grass sway on the bank

and a ripple disturb the surface:

A mayfly lands

A swallow drinks and is gone before I see

With a rattle, a duck takes off from behind the island

Then it is still again

Beneath the reflections are fish

Sometimes - but not yet tonight -

A circle of ripples flows out from a rise

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The Bird

The cage she’s in is paper thin,

She sits upon her perch and then

She cries, a chirp, a whistle, a hymn,

But no one hears the bird.

 

The world she’s in is waging war,

She cannot try to match the score.

And now, she screams out, “Nevermore”,

But no one hears the bird.

 

Flutter as she might, she fails,

Falls to the clutch of someone else.

And then she tries to r...

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The mute speaker

We talk.

A lot about her,

yet I know nothing about her.

She shapes words

but I hear emptiness

and all that exists her mouth is air.

She gives me carbon dioxide

but little care,

little advice or help,

little information.

Just ambiguous comments,

large words meaning nothing

and letters sounding silence.

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Here within lies
a recollection
of large talons
that tear smooth

creamy flesh

a cadence ricochets
off paint peeled walls
of the clatter as soles
strike dry dirt and stone

blood rushes

two sets of eyes
squint and scan
backs hunched low
only darkness shields

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