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Night.

 

I am transported by

a narrow orange moon

                and a million stars

                the still cool air

                the silence of the yard

 

I am welcomed by

a single ghostly owl swoop

                over the sheep fields

                the creak of my gate

                the scratch of my key on the lock

 

then

the silent click...

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A Million Ordinaries

I’m ordinary and that’s ok

Extraordinary is made of

A million ordinaries anyway

 

I can feel Magnolia

Reflecting sheen 

From her glossy dark leaves

 

It’s early afternoon

Rays warm my left shoulder

My car window lets just enough in 

 

The faint rattle in my back seat

Plays a bridge

To the melody of my AC

 

The turns of my car, so familiar

The rout...

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Letters in Wartime

Letters in Wartime
Words on paper
Nothing more
Telling the story of a soldier
Or airman or sailor
Letters from the front
Sent home 
To a sweetheart
Or family
First read by the censor
Telling of longing to see you
And hardship in battle
Seen thru with determination
And a love of country
Fighting for them
The loved ones
Far from where
He is stationed
Saying about his mates
Some wh...

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Heart is where home is

Home is where the heart is
but where is the heart
It lies in wonder and glory
Or is it in the fame of society

I can't seem to find home

Is it in the light rays of hope
or in shallow waters of pain
A house never feels like home
or is it just the lonely heart speaking

I can't seem to find heart
for since the beginning
 it's divided
into two part

So maybe i'll keep looking
for t...

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homehearthouse

When...

When I have gone

what waits this room

with its vacuum

                where I sat?

 

Does

my chair sits sightless

musing at my absence

midst space bereft

                   my music play on?

 

After I have left

ask my empty bed

all sheeted void

                about my dreams

 

Does

my mattress dent

minding my long night wraiths

maintain my ...

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Kicked Out of Heaven.

I finally figured it out
How to get up there pre-death.
I crawled my way up to you
Without leaving my own bed.

I tried to break you out
But they wouldn't let you leave.
I tried to break you out 
To bring you home with me.

I got kicked out of heaven
No they won't let me back.
They said if I ever tried again
To prepare myself for attack.

I'll go back everyday 
If I had the slighte...

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Sunset Over Lupset (August 1968)

Sunset Over Lupset (August 1968)

 

Lupset sunsets smelled of bonfires,

undercut with new mown grass,

wild mint by the kitchen window,

treasures in the strawberry patch.

 

Father sat with pint of shandy,

The mower cooling in the shade,

the rake stowed by the garden shed,

the kids with sparkling lemonade.

 

Summer sun dips on the estate

dragging shadows from th...

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SandyHills

It was literally th eworst 

and my sister says her life is cursed..

The first day we lived their was crap

it certainly felt like a trap

The tennants where junkies and thugs

who tried to sell us their drugs

it started with brian scott 

who clearly lied alot

he showed up late 

he said it was great

and i was left in a state

The plumbing was terribly bad

The place i...

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The Close

Grey bin days

Ash spilling

Sparking

From beneath

Buckled

Loose-fitting metal lids

Carried back- breakingly

To the monstrous wagon

Limping it’s way

Around the close

Like a club-footed relic
 

 

Behind the chipped

Leaded glass of number thirteen

A terrible gargoylian face

Pressed up close

Stares out

Mrs Ashall has seen a football fly over her neat ...

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Homeless Love

She wanted to give love

It was looking for a home something permeant not temporary like a shelter

Feeling one with warmth, joy, smiles, compassion, honesty, trust, kindness, and remediation of love

"She was a little all over the place, that was for sure. But the good news is that when she loved, she loved big. And if she loved you, you knew she loved you You never had to wonder"

Author...

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