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As You Leave

An aircraft’s undercarriage leaves the runway,
The sound of turbines fade,
As a cloudy night sky engulfs the shimmering jet.
Memories pass eyes in the cold air,
A pint of beer stands by a vacant spot at the bar.
Re-live the moments important to oneself,
Moments that make up part of a life.
Faces stare in the words of those left,
Tears laugh loudly within embryos of age.
A personal gladnes...

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Locomotives' Graveyard

Great rusting hulks lie scattered among hedgerows,
Overgrowing weeds spill from once smoking funnels.
Pistons compress no more.
Once polished brass has tarnished over the lonely years,
Cast iron shells,
Giants of their age,
Display no sign of life.
Reminiscing I gaze at lines of once gleaming wheels.
Coal holds stare black into the face of oblivion,
Leaving their past in the memories of t...

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For Whom Our Wreaths Were Laid

We mourned this afternoon,
Two minutes silence,
Our wreaths were laid,
Upon one friend of many.
Feeling words were said,
All our fears upon us,
For the one with the heart of gold.
Spades upon the moistened earth,
Formed tears among the crowd.
We gazed at the shadow of the sun,
On his empty place beside us.
Grieving parents, relatives and friends,
Acquaintances, and those just passing t...

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HOW MUCH? HOW LONG?

I watch the city lights disappear as dawn approaches,

Sound from the great machine grows louder,

Blue sky turns grey as clouds of noxious fumes rise up.

Stifling exhaust filled streets bulge with work-bound commuters,

Concrete structures obscure the view,

As motorways slice through the boiling fumes,

Linking one smoke screen to another.

 

I pass a chimney stack spewing its ...

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