Somewhere in between

the waking and the dream,

I can feel you close to me.

Just before times hands

reshape the desert sands,

I can feel you reach for me.

In the blink of tear stained eyes,

watching weary to the skies,

I can see you cry for me.

In the breaking of the dawn,

in the dew upon the lawn,

I can see you smile for me.

In the bright ray...

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The whistle blows to sound the charge

and over the top they bustle and barge,

covered from head to toe in mud

and soon tainted with flesh and blood.

Up the ladder with slippery rungs,

a scream of rage from terror filled lungs,

adrenalin coursing through every vein

with the fear of not coming back again.

Knee-deep mud sucking boots from feet,

tangled in barbed w...

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The child in his arms, such a precious gift,

her sweet little smile would make his heart lift.

Born into a love that none could compare,

baby blue eyes framed with curly blonde hair.

Conceived and born on such love filled days,

from the moment he held her he was blown away.

His heart did a flip and his smile was so wide,

his devotion to his daughter could not be denied.

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As the sun peeps out

over misty morning hills

and the dawn chorus calls

with its piercing shrill,

the demons of the night

skulk slowly away,

a sidelong glance

at the few who got away.

He rises and stretches

and with sleepy eyes,

breathes a sigh of relief

and a laughing surprise.

The nightmare lingers

in his foggy mind

until a final shiver

leaves th...

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The stains upon the bar

tell of many sad tales

of love, loss and tragic lives;

and drink to drown out the wails.

Another washed out soul

seeks the solace of the glass,

to wash away the memory

of another broken pass.

Another wheeler-dealer,

another gambling god,

another weary player

bet his life upon the sod.

The rings around his eyes

mark the t...

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If you close your eyes

to the world outside,

will the fighting suddenly cease?

Will brother and sister

hold hands together

and build a new life of peace?

Does a person, born blind,

not hear the teeth grind

as disaster, from greed, is grown?

That because he can’t see,

thinks we're are all living free

and reaping the seeds we have sown?

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Death; the dealer

of the final deck of life.

No hidden agendas,

just a cold slate to wipe.

With hand and sword

or rock and stone,

with shaft sailing deadly

through grey skies, alone.

The smarter the weapon,

the reaper delights

at a fulsome harvest

of terror and cries.

They split the atom

and split the odds,

they split the proceeds

but nev...

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I touch your cheek,

I'm surprised, it's cold.

I reach for your hand

for I need it to hold.

I look upon your face

that beamed and sparkled

as we loved and laughed,

wrestled and tickled.

Your face is so pallid,

the sparkle is gone,

no more to smile

at the hot summer sun.

Your hair neatly tended,

you lie there so still

as I try, with memories,

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There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit

holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit

about on the swings and slides with boundless joy,

inciting memories of when they were girl and boy.

The antics of the kids so full of life and carefree bliss,

their lives laid out before them on paths that time would kiss.

They’ve been sitting on that bench for ...

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The hands of time tick slowly by

as dawn breaks in a new day.

A nightmare reality of

the receding night lies marked,

like so many fading stars,

in the shattered glass on the floor.

Silken shards of sorry souls,

their lives now trapped

in a dream of what was then,

what is now and

what should never have been.

Each broken image,

a moment in time captured

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How brave, in reality, is a ‘brave face’?

A facade shared, it would seem,

by the majority of the human race.

Beneath the flaking paint of a painted mask

lies a truth too long and painful to explain

no matter how oft you care to ask.

How long before the cracks become too wide

to conceal with powders and creams

and the crimson smile starts to slide.

How long...

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A crowded room

is such a lonely place,

wear a fragile mask

upon a weary face.

Everybody’s here

but there’s nobody there

and there’s nothing to do

except sit and stare.

The distant sounds

of joy and laughter

drifting like echoes

in dusty rafters.

As you slowly subside,

sinking way down low

and you're silently wondering

how far you can go.

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There was a man I knew,

not too close, not too far,

as a child he was there

to tend to my scars.

A man with a past,

of that I had no doubt,

a man, when provoked,

who knew how to shout.

A happy man

with a smile for all,

he'd always be there to

pick me up when I'd fall.

And though never far away,

we were never very close,

a sign of those times

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How do you say goodbye

to everyone you love,

your family and friends

who you hold high above.

How do you say goodbye

to the one in your heart;

your soul mate, from who

none could tear you apart.

Your night and your day

and in every sweet way,

no words could express

what you're needing to say.

How do you say goodbye

to the child in your hand

...

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We take so much for granted

from this world on which we play,

the breath inside our lungs

drawn in from a cold and windy day.

Draining the life from a world already

so drawn and stretched to it's limits,

desperately trying to imbibe

the scarcities still deep within it.

To live; to breathe; to follow time

as down the wind it sails

against all odds and obstacl...

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It's just a way of life

said the man with the gun,

you win it or you lose it

and when all is said and done.

But the odds and the favour

can be tipped from over here

by a warm winning smile

from a boy with no fear.

They say that respect

is a game hard won

but they can't see the smile

down the barrel of the gun.

The feather on the trigger

tipping...

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The flickering flame

in the dream of your eyes,

is a glimmer of life

in a darkening sky.

But little heat remains

to warm the weary hearts

of those so slowly left

bereft and torn apart

A chill wind blows a tear

across the cooling fires,

a rain of lasting love falling

softly through life's briars

A trickle of silent sorrow

leaving trails on shall...

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