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Seasons Lost

The summer’s almost gone, already missed,

and waking in her place the autumn grieves

her sister, though they cannot coexist

where russet and burnt ochre bleed the leaves.

 

Yet in their rigid, regimented ranks,

a growing hesitation brings unease;

whose turn is next they ask, as nature’s pranks

reveal the winter sun and summer freeze.

 

The seasons’ schedule raises suc...

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Puppetmasters

We see them on the news most every night,

pontificating, make believe they’re wise.

Myself, I think they talk a load of shite!

Does anybody understand these guys?

 

They tell us what to do and how to feel,

persuading us they know what’s best for us;

that we should acquiesce and let them deal

with everything, and not create a fuss.

 

They stroke us like a pet they woul...

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Winter’s Bite

As evening’s chill descends to icy night,

A plaintive cry rings out a mournful tune

Through trees disguised in coats of wispy white,

To resonate ‘neath iridescent moon.

 

The heavens fade from blue to vibrant black,

And stars appear, to shimmer distantly,

Illuminating as the wolves attack

Their prey, despite despairing bids to flee.

 

Then silence shrouds the land and...

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And What Of The Children

And what of the children as yet unborn?

Who speaks out for them and will take their part?

As the world watches the hellbound handcart

Spiralling downwards with future stillborn.

 

When our great great grandfathers walked the land,

It should have been simple to chart a course

Keeping hold of hopes to husband resource,

But now supply is outstripped by demand.

 

So what ...

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