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Amid the Ruins

These fallen facades proudly carried names;

Companionship, Liberty, Shaking Hands,

Deserted and feared due to Safety’s blames,

Leaving ruins where a lonely door stands.

Masked by “Hand, face, space” on tatty A4

Silvered number herald the year to come

Time provides, as it always has before,

A hopeful mirage where before was none.

 

The threshold heralds no obvious change

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Worth The Wait

Around the world turns with hurried paces,

Sped by such presently urgent intent,

Metered by spinning hands upon faces,

Feeble or frantic, to varied extent.

 

That world spins about my adopted seat,

Dictated by ticking, blurred by the rush,

While I simply watch, no weight on my feet,

My eyes show no stress, my face feels no flush.

 

External, I hear not each ticking be...

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Exhiled

Neither the silver nor gold are tarnished,

Cradled by velvet and shut fast within

Proud symbol, symbolically banished,

Burnished no more with the oil of my skin.

 

Never discarded, but exiled from breast,

As knowledge fractured the edge of belief

Context warred against allegory’s best

A ritual removal granted relief.

 

No gold can represent carpenter’s creeds

No mo...

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religion

Twisted Roots

Alone stands modern man,          product of products for

Hair, skin, white-teeth, tan;         ethos came shop bought and canned.

Artificed for ease of use                 synthetic fibres force away

Weather’s organic abuse,             like a magnet repellent to life.

Even here, in this place where                    the pace of life slows into seasons,

Time and space to replace c...

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nature.

The Archive

Particles of dust swirl in the lamplight

Distant footfalls echo, muted by time,

Artifice alone is giver of sight,

Moments marked only by resonant chime.

 

Shelves stand bulging with catalogued memory,

Recent or stored for employment’s intent.

Lost, sacrificed to time transitory,

Older sheaves left sprawling; their shelf life spent.

 

Dusty cracked piles of sepia and g...

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memoriestime memories

Once Wooded Streets

Set down the suit, remove the shoes

Lose the socks and like new peruse

The grass between each toe.

Let the light, as giver of life

Flow over and caress the skin,

Warming without and healing within;

Find peace among the leaves.

 

Heart exposed, in feeling know

There is much more here than eyes can show,

Look past the brown and green

To realms unseen, where happiness...

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life and naturerhyme

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