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no poem for the queen

no poem for the queen

the poet laureate needs to come clean
about why there is
no poem for the queen
marking her ninetieth birthday
the 21st of april 2016



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Sleep Peacefully At Last

Twenty seven years of sleepless nights
enduring a lifetime of injustice.
Fighting endlessly to clear the name...
of friends and loved ones wrongly blamed.
Justice should have been swift and free,
but corruption was present from the start
and lay at the heart of this tragedy.
Adding pain and deepening their misery.

Always dignified. Unflinching in their efforts,
the strength it has...

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Old & New

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Shuttles soar with seemingly unprecendented motion.
The children's eyes gaze to the floor.
The ground is green and brown and yellow.
The world below cannot bellow.

Bellow whole-heartedly,
Sing and hum its' tune.
A melody, sweet melody.
A rotation for all of you.

Its' sweet chillness pressed against the nostrils,
Its' gentle warmth against the skin.
Allow the gaze of the star above,

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Tags: beauty, change, children, color, destruction, earth, expression, inside, life, melody, poem, progress, remember, science, space, thought

The Call Within

If you live your life in fear

There exists a call you cannot hear

A call for reason, trust and hope

One that will pull you up, and

pull you from the downward slope


It comes from within, and not from outside

And it can flow through you, reaching far

and reaching wide

It is your call, and yours alone

So make sure you listen, and

always pick up that phone

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At Least

No matter how harsh the road might be

At least I walk upon it

No matter how harsh the last day was

At least the next day greets me


No matter how dark the day might be

At least there is still day

No matter how deluded, horrible,

Sadistic or rude people are

At least there are still people


No matter how they might make me feel

At least I can still feel

No ma...

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Battle of One

To the death, we say,
Breath licked with flame, spits to my face;
His face.
Racing temples pump furious blood
Through ferrous veins,
Manes rise, eyes blister with relentless rage;
Then, clenched fists draw clotted blood
Through plum knuckles.
My neck buckles,
His neck,
Cracking bone like tinder,
The interweave of puffed ribs and scarlet skin
Glisten with fetid sweat;
I rea...

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Tags: battle, demons, depression, mental health, poem, poetry, turmoil

The Moth

The moth, she knows the flame will burn
But back again, again she comes,
Her velvet collisions dress the air,
Sparkling against these tempting embers
Where she throws herself over and over
Upon the most flickering of fascinations,
Such senseless self-immolation 
Strips her to a carapace, 
Leaving her scorched, naked, undressed, undone, 
Beneath the tragic unravelling of her world.

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With an open eye

And she will always reflect

the hidden traits 

in which you already possess 

~ nicoline ~

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Should We Walk By?

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Should we walk by the waters edge
Or swim against the flow,
Where men in oceans, stained with red
Live shortened lives below?

Should we walk by the waters edge
Or break against the waves,
Where women flounder where they fled
In watery graves?

Should we walk by the waters edge
Or thrash against the tide,
Where children drown in sunken beds
Whose parents made them lie?

Should we wa...

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Flute and the Cross



Descends amidst the catastrophe

Prefers the straw over thrones

Tends the grazing cattle

Frolics that “dark-skinned”

With the street urchins

Aiming stones at the earthen pots

“Trades of milk”; he aptly defies

First feed kids in the countryside

Heals the wounds with peacock feather

Melts over pounded rice of the poor

Colours all in tunes of oneness

Of his s...

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No Matter Where

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No matter where your hatred stems
Or where you spread your lies,
Beneath your feet the earth condemns
These lands you terrorise.

No matter where your hideouts hide
Or where your burrows bore,
Pointless is your suicide;
Baseless is your law.

No matter where your masses chant
Or where your fighters flock,
Immaterial is your rant -
Unnoticed is your shock.

No matter where you instill fear
Or where you...

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On poetry

As a poet I ought

to devote a bit more care to my craft,

yet my rhymes are a crime

as I try to fit ‘find’ with ‘grime’.

Is it because I have too little time,

or just that I’m too lazy to count out the right syllables

and try to pass by with half-rhymes existing only in accents risible

along with a helpful helping of ‘artistic license’

with the vain hope that everything – so...

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What a night 

changed my whole perspective 

tiny square piece of paper

dissolves on my tongue 

hours of deep thought 

time filled with colors and laughter 

the world is big 



I’m just a kid 

someday I’ll have to wear a suit like my pop 

pay the tax man 


stand the picket line 

I just wanna get laid 

drink beer 


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Tags: acid, change for the better, poem, short poem, Social Observations

Truest Wish

Diving in deep
Escaping the estuary
She leaned
On the littoral
Wiping off persona
with the towel of horizon
In the sacred sands

Reflection of her
Pulsating in
Salinity of the Sea
Entangled raven hair-locks
Murmuring moist lips
Bosom hooked in shells
And scaled turquoise tail

Words of wisdom
Learned in the
Kingdom of Marines
Safe from sharks
Familiar fins and gills
Shall not ...

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Maybe Two

Maybe two


I’ll admit

I create stress for myself

even on vacation

I’m working on it 

“simmer down” they say

Am i that bad?

even the pope takes an angry shit right?

everyone has to worry about something

nothing but truth,

I’m not comfy unless I worry

I envy those who walk without baggage 

how do they do it?

I can make it a day 

maybe two

then she scr...

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I Try

I try


I’m not the best lover 

can’t dance much either

never won a poker game

never guessed the jelly beans

haven’t won a sweep steaks of any kind

failed to roll 300

never skydived 

don’t really like vegetables 

prefer burgers to pretty much anything

afraid of the ocean from time to time 

Jaws was mean but brilliant

I can catch a ball

any ball, any time


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The Bench

The Bench


I sat on a bench for an hour

ugly dogs and sad people 

grey men with bad backs 

carrying shit and ancient thoughts 

I wonder about a blonde lady

was she the one who gave blowjobs and never made you call her

I wonder how long he will take to realize he’s gay

or hates his father

or both

how much of that college degree do you really use?

do you feel pre...

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