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Library Girl

from my new poem book WOW! TATTOO MY BUTT read live in ring of bells, midd, june 2013   Library Girl

She worked in the local library part time.

And liked to read Harry Potter books.

She liked a lad who popped in fortnightly.

He was quiet just like her.

Her eyes sought him out whenever he was there.

A shyness inhibited her asking him out.

In time he stopped go...

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Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:

EMPIRE THREATENDED | Five Years | domestic | BACK O' PUB | Charmaine | poem out of my new book and link | LOST SOULS | The 7th City | MEAL TIME |

lovelibrarygal and guywarinjuredbombtogether

Sending a fairy 4 Miss

I'm sending a fairy for Miss,

you see,

as she makes me happy,

but sometimes,

I worry about her,

as she gets a little depressed.

My fairy is called Tinkerbell,

oh, we all know that one !

She's come to give you one wish,

she advises,

you wish sensibly,

or Tinkerbell,

may get pissed,

you see. :)

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52 Hertz Comp - Time to Vote

 Hi Folks - the closing date for 52 Hertz entries is today.  You can still enter if you tag your poem with 52 Hertz, as it will be picked up by the link I give you to all the entries.  The longer you leave it though, the less opportunity you will be giving people to read and vote on your work.

I've been delighted by the number and quality of the poetry submitted - and blown away by the diff...

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Also by Isobel:

52 Hertz - WOL Comp | Wondering | 52 Hertz - WOL Comp |

Echo

 

Deep within its depths

it strikes you like a chord

 

An aria known only to you

 

You follow along your path

searching

for something to connect with

 

Another soul

binds you

until you break free

 

You are not like the others

They do not understand

 

You

 

are alone

feel the void

expand with every breath

 

...

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52 Hertz

Untuned Radio (52 hertz)

Fucking hell, what is that noise?

Waves of unwanted interference

fading in and out again,

your absence is more of a presence.

 

Breathe deep, shake my woeful head

attempting to retune my brain

to eliminate buzzing static,

transmitting me to join the insane.

 

Am I crazy? Or are you thinking of me?

 

In the crazy way - we used to be?

 

© Ka...

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Also by Katy Megan:

Our Berlin Wall | Talking the Walk | Exit Stage Left | The Oak Tree IV |

52 Hertz

52 Hertz

(Shadow) 

 

There’s a constant ache of a memory -

Your eyes, your smile and your hair;

I fell in love with a shadow,

Though, of course, there was nothing there.

 

The pulse of the thing was enormous

It beat in my head night and day

The piteous joke and pain of it

Was it only travelled one way.

 

So the pulse throbs on unabated

A secret cross t...

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Also by John Coopey:

The Poet Prauletariate | OWOMW | Cradle - A Triolet | The House of the Rising Damp | North Yorkshire Moors Railway | Living Doll - With Hair What Grows |

52 Hertz

Listen To My Call

(sorry -can't leave my stuff alone- had to edit this cos I wasn'y happy with it)

 

I’m sending out a signal, sending out a call

It’s for someone I knew years ago

That’s if she’s listening at all.

 

Silent years, lonely years are in between us now

So let us talk, let us bridge the gap

So softly, ask me how

 

Send me a message, send me a signal, I’ll be wai...

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Also by Steve Higgins:

My Notebook | Sounds Like Richard Burton | The Day Bobby Kennedy Died | It Doesn't Matter | Slow Time, Quick Time |

52 Hertz

Very Berry (or Some Ribes in Rhyme)

There's Blackberry, Blueberry, 
Northern, Bog and simple Bilberry
Lowbush, Highbush and Mountain Cranberry,
Chokeberry, Dewberry, Elderberry, Guavaberry

Bearberry, Cowberry, Crowberry, Foxberry, Gooseberry and Mooseberry

Huckleberry, Jostaberry, Lingonberry, Loganberry, Myrtle Blueberry, Pineberry, Black Raspberry, 
Red Whortleberry, Squashberry, Tayberry, Whinberry and Wimber...

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Just Another Load of Shite

Buy our V12 detonator

To propel you into oblivion’s arms

Try our online, interactive, user-friendly blogchat charms

Ingest our vicious, nutritious, delicious, pernicious foodstuff

Smile and feel so satisfied

Almost gratified,

Quite mollified

That you bought into our corporate dream

Our tiny scheme

Our blue sky thinking

All our strategic initiatives

Th...

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Also by Marksy:

The Template of my Being | Hatred Junkie | Living Life on the Ledge | (Not) Up a Height |

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ThePoetry Spoke - Open Mic & Guest Jim Pearson

While the 4th of July commemorates some minor incident in the Americas, ThePoetry Spoke, Open Mic poetry and Guest Musician Jim Pearson spin wildly into the bigger theater of Birkenhead!


Actually only part of that is true ;) 

Jim Pearson will be whimsical, bitter, sombre, wide-eyed and hopeful – thematically speaking. He will also be lyrically tasteful, low-key, uniquely English, sa...

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Also by Chris Co:

ThePoetry Spoke June 20th - Open mic & Guest | ThePoetry Spoke June - Open Floor & Guests - this Thusday! |

Northern Lights (54th)

Northern Lights (54th)

 

The Northern Lights are ablaze tonight

And, oh, I’m feeling down.

You never could just treat me right,

You always played around.

This fallen angel’s lost his wings

And come, at last, to ground –

While all the while my world turns

And those Northern Lights go round.

 

The heavens glow with neon arcs

The skyline blazes brigh...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

The Project | Before She Came (The Girl From Kansas) | Animals | Domestosterone | Needle Tracks |

love in a northern towncity lightswakefieldchildhood gangreligioncoming home

Post-Romantic Bop

"The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life."

-Shakespeare

 Post-Romantic Bop

She avoids my eyes like there’s

Something she doesn’t want to say

I don’t know what it is

I’m not going to ask

It’s bad strategy

Either she’ll pull it up and spit it out

Or we’ll leave it like that

First it seemed incidental

Now it’s intentional ...

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Miff

The muse may strike you 
Like Cupid struck them with a lead arrow
Both will give a blunt tip
Of aversion
And desire to flee

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Also by cbyrne:

Dental Records | Sahara (in progress) |

Not like in the brochure

It wasn’t transparent in the photo,
in the brochure it was opaque
so why on earth did I trust it?
It was some mistake to make.
 
On the model it was a pashmina
laid across cool summer dress,
butterfly pattern not so busy,
it didn’t look such a mess.
 
Instead of draping on shoulders
on a balmy summer night,
I’d only wear it in winter coat  
tu...

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Also by Lynn Dye:

52 Hertz |

Where is he going

Where is he going?

I see him sitting where he always sits

Sun rays blinking over both of us

we shake with the rumble

of our own lives, hands rest on knees

and nothing really changes.

Where is he going, I want to ask him

who is he running from?

And outside life fly’s by and nothing

really changes, hands rest on knees

and never ever wave for fear of change

...

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Also by Richard Alfred:

Spirit of the air | Empty deckchairs |

Tripping

Im taking a stand,

never going to let you make me feel this way again,

and i'll hold you responsible for every word I say 

 

Cause you got me tripping,

on silent words,

things you refuse to say 

 

and not knowing what happened,

well it drives me insane,

off a cliff,

were going to fast,

but suddenly you stopped,

and i realised it was all just a...

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Also by emmy92:

Breaking all the rules |

The Last Song

                 THE LAST SONG

 

 

Dim are the depths and deep are the dives

As he glides on his solitary way

Through forests of fronze and rainbowed reefs

Round rocks where the guillemots play

 

 

Past silvering sands and palm dappled beach

And out to the oceans embrace

He follows the path that his ancestors took

The last of his line and his race...

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52 Hertz

Mum's the word

 

Edward Snowden’s in the spare room

spies are hiding in the bin

a pack of Fleet Street’s finest

are struggling to get in

there’s paparazzi in the flowerbeds

and killers in the yard

And Ed thinks he’s in Cuba

it’s going to be hard

to explain this is a terrace

in a sleepy cul-de-sac

which may be nothing like Havana

but he’ll have to watch his back

...

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Also by steve pottinger:

No means... yes, Charles? |

Edward Snowden

 

 
 
The house stands empty breathing
A mournful sigh, its movement
The only sound as dusk muffles the day.
I look for traces of you amid the stillness.
Lipstick on a wine glass. Your lips.
A book fallen open. My eyes
Mirrored orbs reflecting words on a page.
In your clothes poured on the floor
I see your fluid form dancing.
A scattered pile of c...

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License to play

License to play,

not get too serious,

just have lots of fun.

Losing you was too much to bear,

it even made me a little crazy !

 

So I applied my make up,

styled my hair,

dressed in my finest party frock,

wearing a smile to hide the sadness

and painted the town red.

 

I went night clubbing here,

night clubbing there,

drinking vodka,

smo...

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Never More To Shine

There was a man who understood,
everything he thought he could,
so sure was he that all was clear,
he didn't make time for someone dear.

And when at last she'd packed her case,
he realized he was losing more than face,
but change was then much too late it seems.
for her heart was broken by shattered dreams.

Years then passed by in such long procession,
his own life floun...

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Also by Dave Dunn:

Attention Dear David | Hell From Leather | Love Vines | Our Mark In History | Disgrace | In Search Of Honest Politicians |

Lovelesslonely

Birds on High

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I saw birds

flying high

in the sky.

 

I wanted to

join them but

I can't fly.

 

Sometimes I feel

low, and I

just want to cry.

 

My smile, for

you see it

is fake.

 

Cause my soul

it surely

does ache.

 

I look for

a glimpse of

peace, ...

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Also by Shirley Smothers:

Haiku about Dad |

birdssoulpeace

Where do dreamers go ?

Where do dreamers go ?

when reality strikes it's final blow.

The penny drops,

the fairytales read lovingly by mum,

I believed every word,

she is a really good mum,

a fairy indeed,

used to tell me she was out with Father Christmas,

I'd swear from my bedroom,

I saw this,

then the day with the step family from hell,

they all laughed when I discovered Fat...

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Arriving

 

I keep arriving in the present moment

but whoops there it goes again.

Arriving doesn't stay put.

Is it impossible to really arrive in now?

As to that

I've not arrived at a conclusion

 

I am here.

It's somewhere I've arrived at

but orbits and galaxies and all space are moving.

Relatively. Relativity-ly.

So here is gone.

Whoops there it go...

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Also by Dave Bradley:

Men Who Hit Women | The Introvert |

BARDI REVISITED

BARDI REVISITED

 

The road is better now

Climbing from Fornovo

Leaving behind the river

And the valley’s flatness

It’s surface is smoother

Than the winding track

That stirs my memory

 

At a certain point

The driver pulls over

Waiting for a colleague

To arrive on the down bus

After they exchange places

Our ascent continues

Towards B...

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ITALYWALESLIVERPOOL POETS

The Moon In Its Glory

How beautiful this night is! The Moon appeared in all its glory. The biggest moon, the brightest light Will hide in mystery the love story.   Rose Moon, Full Strawberry Moon Winks at the lovers on Earth Marvelous songs the angels croon. Admire this event is worth.   This amazing and inspiring sight The watchers can tonight enjoy. Supermoon won’t g...

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Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:

The Memorial Day | The Lonely Willow |

full moon

Signs of Recognition

Signs of Recognition

 

He’s busy watching all the titles

Each one linked like a slow

Train to Hull,

     But they keep

Rasping and grating,

Faking the cargo within,

Not many would he -

For a free meal

Or drink of nutrition,

     for,

He knew,

He knew he was alone

Like others who

Thought that peace would come.

 

     All alone,

...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

THE RADIO TELEGRAPHIST | The Whispered Spite | The Greyhound |

Camp

By the dull electric lamp

arose a vision so intense,

undimmed by squalor, stench and damp

in that Polish prison camp.

 

Emblems of their offence,

pink triangle and yellow star,

tattoo just below the sleeve

a hunger for tomorrow,

for reprieve. A hope that 

what began in sorrow

would not end in grief.

 

A fa...

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holocausthomosexualityjewish identitylove

June Collage Poem

True tale of invitation at an early hour,

To rhyme or not to rhyme?!

 

Are we antique if we park where indicated?

Teddies and teapots, soft sleep suits, downy duvets

 

This is one passage that I will pass

 

Antique books; antique folk; antique buildings;

And the greatest antique of all – poetry.

 

A giant poo stuck in the loo

Place is now and the ...

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Also by Stockport WoL:

June Meeting moved to the 17th | Arts Trail Twitter Account |

StockportCollage Poem

Humanist Funeral Rap

So I asked if the Humanist would give my address:

I'd be careful to avoid words like God and Bless,

'cause to get these sentences humanely dispatched

they must pass his censorship without any catch.

Could I speculate upon What Comes After?

I felt like the bloke in that book by Kafka,

on trial for offences that weren't made explicit

and in fear that the secular police...

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Greens

Half way through the year of the travel bong

With nicotine cordial-

A nursing tool for a caterpillar-

Exaketededly,

I realise that cigs haven’t been around that long

And perhaps like corsets

They will soon become a fetish

 

But at the root of it all

Plants have devious ways-

And as the cane and the bean

Still make their filthy way

Around the world

...

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Worlds

Wrapped up in ideals and a uniform,

Less than apt for one so unique,

The roads have wound and conspired to take you back,

To far before you learned to speak

 

Don’t let the surroundings hush out the voice inside,

Keep striving with your ends in sight,

Have only the time you need to realise,

There’s no stronger picture,

Whatever it would be for,

Than t...

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Also by Joshua Van-Cook:

The City |

Passing

 

(A full explanation of the mystery surrounding 52 hertz)

 

It`s attested scientifically

 

That that fish I`d had last night for tea

(Battered so deliciously)

Had now become a part of me

Sat here writing poetry.

 

(Sitting – as I was wont to do –

Poohing and peeing on the loo

Penning verses earnestly

To Lily, who`d abandoned me).

And down...

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

Priorities | THE STORY OF THE POEM |

52 hertz

Prism

Itchy eyes get claustrophobic
And crawl out of their cradle skin,
Down copper and carbon conductive tracks
That refract, through a Prism.
On through invisible fire walls of steel machines,
A thousand eyes, packed inside, one computer screen.

Crashing through Windows like sun light,
Juicing Apples, and goggling your Google Plus.
The paradime online, access anytime,
Free ride...

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rhymepoliticsprismprivacy

Perfect Day

Just one perfect day,

is all we had,

till life turned sour

and things went bad.

 

Walking hand in hand,

surrounded by oak trees,

flowing streams,

squirrels playing,

birds courting.

 

My knight in shining armour,

you said,

charging on your white steed,

to defend my honour,

SOLDIER BLUE,

I truly loved you.

 

Reaching our dest...

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My pond

Subtle noise.

I try to poise my thoughts.

The ripples in my pond of thinking are restless. 
Stretching across the vast waters of memory.
Surely ripples should be quiet?
I should stop skipping stones across it.
Since my pond, may not be wide enough to contain ripples.
Not deep enough to sink a stone.
Or is the depth endless?
Bottomless?
Should the stone I throw sink in...

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Also by Amy McCawley:

The curse of optimism | I am |

Sun Dogs

 
 
Aurora:
 
Born luminous in bands of dactyl light
beginning, I am  -
fresh upon your eyelids,
the genesis of ambition.
 
I claim the day; your inseparable calendar,
pearl cupid thoughts;
what will be, will be
in the design of oyster paint, one morning promises.
 
 Meridian:
 
Impaled, my wet lank claws disquieted,
stroking y...

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Also by Marianne Daniels:

Paris Falls |

Heat Wave Dream

Summertime, here I am waiting just for you,

Cloudy skies are making me feel oh so blue,

Summertime, capture me and steal my heart away,

Warm me with a golden ray of beautiful sunshiny day,

Summertime, knock on my door and hit me one more time,

Intoxicate me and fill my glass with dandelion wine,

Summertime on the streets and the living is so easy,

Give me all you got...

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Also by Tom Doolan:

Empty Shell |

Spring

 

Spring arrives and blossoms burst

As green shoots sprout and quench their thirst

On sunshine from the sky up high

A joy to see and breathe a sigh

Be-petalled stars, beads of dew

Nature’s gift is flourished anew

 

From winter’s dearth, a colour explosion

Emerging buds nurtured with fruitful devotion

High in the branches filled with birdsong

Laden wit...

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Also by Starfish:

This Crested King | How Absurd |

untitled

 

Where are they?

They disappeared in a broader picture

Denied access to

Think of the first wave,

The right to vote

The suffrage?

Think of the second wave,

Equality?

In the midst of patriarchy

Take up her pen in defence of her sex

 

Think of the third wave

Served to hinder the repeated occurrence

Of the second...

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Sentinel Sycamore

If you stood in a forest, you would be, as insignificant, as a Worker Bee.

If gathered were you, with friends, in a copse, the beauty of you, would surely be lost.

If you lined a roadside, i would find, as i swiftly passed, i'd leave you behind.

 

Though there you perch, high on your lonely hill, a solitary figure, rooted still.

More unique than all your kind, sloped and ben...

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Resolve

A narrative poetic thought.

 

.

 

 

 

 
 
 
Aye, living & achieving freedom
requires an openness to vulnerability,
to taste fear & persevere.
 
There are those that would take away
our liberty & even our life.
Nothing is free, we pay dearly even just to breathe.
 
It takes guts and determination,
then finally we become awar...

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Lovelocks

Lovelocks

 

Dawn sunshine over Seville highlights a filigree metal bridge crossing Rio Guadalquiver.

 

Hot Andalusian sun warms a thousand padlocks clipped to iron each with two names and a love heart.

 

Scratched and etched with a stylus or a marker pen

Locked and Interlocked to form a Love Chain.

 

Young love in Spain, the start of things to come.

Lives...

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RIB CAGE PRISON

RIB CAGE PRISON.
 
STEP OUT OF THE DARK
STEP UP TO THE MARK
STEP ON THE STAGE
SPLIT YOUR RIB CAGE
AND EXPOSE WHAT'S 
INSIDE YOUR CHEST
BE THE BEST
YOU CAN BE
LET EVERYONE SEE
EXPOSE
WHAT RESIDES
ON THE INSIDE 
OF YOUR TROMPE L'OEIL LIVING
DON’T THINK
STEP OVER THE BRINK
SPEW 
THE LIFE YOU DREW
FOR EASE
TO PLEASE
...

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Snowman

 

Snowman

 

Lived in half breaths

taken with one lung

christened in haste 

for expected brevity

given a half name

 

Bert

 

Bert

not Albert

or Herbert

or the apocryphal Plain Bert

as inscribed by the officer at the Labour Exchange 

 

Bert

 

the name that lasted him for seventy years

of milking, ploughing, hedging, ma...

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Also by pauline sewards:

Found poem: the ways of water |

A Poem of Idioms

He came from nowhere

And Rode Roughshod Over Everyone

A man as big as a barge

Set Off On The Wrong Foot

No one could stop him

He decided To Play Fast and Lose

His shadow teeters

Fiddling While Rome Burns

Then a moment of silence

He decided to Burn His Bridges

Followed by the violence

To Take Umbrage

Into the future days

Out Of Kilter

Natur...

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Winter's debate with spring

 

So quiet and peaceful

the snow

 

The monochrome light

shimmering on late

crystaline forms

 

The seasons

debate

argue

press their agendas

 

Winter does not wish to

awake

Spring fears

the responsibility of birth

 

The snow settles quietly

into nightfall.

 

Morning tells.

 

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Sonnet for Drummer Lee Rigby, posted on behalf of Robin Parker from Langley Writers

 

 
 
When soldiers travel as a fighting band,
Part of the risk is they might kill or die.
Back home in England’s green and pleasant land,
The sounds of battle are a far off cry.
Yet on the streets of London hatred sounds;
A young off duty soldier hacked to death.
Brave women out of kindness tend his wounds
And comfort him until his dying breath.
The ...

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Four ( June exercise )

So, it's been a while and I am more than a little hesitant about it but hey ho, here goes!! My take on this months exercise :-)

 

Flax flow

Eyes down

Rode high

Over turn

Torn free

Mind tick

Back pass

Lost life

Cord last

Ever more

 

 

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Brightening Rings

Brightening Rings

 

My seventieth year, and my new second spring,

Life’s closed endless circle and natures bright ring,

Its here I have written and here I have wrought,

Have built up and rendered and salvaged and sought.

 

I have reached to the age when my late father died,

I’m recalling his passing, the tears that I cried,

The unspoken words that are stream...

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Also by Ian Gant:

Buttercup | DREAMING |

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