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Rotterdam

Red train rested at Rotterdam station
Over the border to meet a friend
Trains all over Europe pass here
Today is a bright and sunny day
Every person glows in its brightness
Realising not a former disaster, that
During the 40's destruction erupted
Along these very streets, evacuated
Murderous bombs wreaking havoc

 

 

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 N.B. It was 14th of May, 1940 when the Luftwaffe decimated ...

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galateuscrypticbardexcalibardrkaykesnerpoempoet

Ballad of Billy McGee

With disdain they looked upon one Billy McGee
a boy that promised never to be;
a rep that’s scarred and scratched,
for sure his name’s mismatched
as darker skin ya’ever did see
on blackish hair with reddish flecks of Billy McGee.

A red haired aboriginal boy
matches were only a toy
and he was caught red handed
and always branded
the troublesome fire starter.
Poor boy had no farda
he w...

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galateusexcalibardcrypticbardrkayarqioskesnerpoetpoem

no poetry by numbers

numbers do not the soul touch
or rouse from depths of reverie
whose shallow sepulchral beauty
surface deep revelations aplenty
plead with matrimonial vows, thus
parchment scribbles & ceremonies
do not a marriage make and
neither will ice cream make us
any colder after calories kick in
poetry's soul may ride its form
but transcends its empirical parts
its triumph for all to behold:
at l...

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galateuscrypticbardexcalibardrkaykesnerpoempoet

innit your day?

Belatedly, towing a rust-worn Saab, where
many dreams and adventures are wrenched
from a youngster's brooding petulance ...

Gravel crunches under a pair of balding tires
guttural screaming to a downbeat of debt
spewing silently from a tattered billfold.

What a present: timely to an empty fridge,
in the hallway, a growing pile of washing
impatiently reeking of malodorous intent.


 

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crypticbardgalateusrkayexcalibardkesnerpoempoet

uplift

In a distant future would humans feature
being caught up in the updraft of the uplift
perhaps to share in evolving genius' allure
of an artificial sapience, integrating shift
where teary cheeks merely lubricate or
excise moist, semiconducted underworks

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crypticbardgalateusexcalibardrkayarqiospoempoet

last night

wrote a poem in my head, last night

too lazy to get up and write it out

wasn't bothered to bring a pen

or a device to my bedside;

this morning was a beast

wringing my memory

for what had gone

all those words

now vanished

last night

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crypticbardgalateusarqiosexcalibardrkaykesnerpoem

Consistency

Keep the tips of my fingers callused,
The rings to my eye sockets,
Deep and purple.
I do not have the luxury of being lightning in a bottle,
I must make my presence known through substance,
Filling the sea of aspirations with my own,
Intoxicating and plentiful,
The key to any readers hearts,
My own suffering.
I will expose myself bare,
Devour my offering so that I may find release.
Unde...

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tears you should have cried

Picking up the internal slack 
and bring about an inward tension 
that emboldens for one to face the day 
and the prospects of oncoming ones. 
Where wet cheeks, are visible cues 
of flipping calendars, leaf upon leaf: 
existing surrenders 
and like a sparkled after-rain, 
brings a moist crystality
that fills in the cracks 
and mends the broken places.

 

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cryticbardgalateusarkayyearqioskesnerpoempoet

with reckless abandon

in its purest form
the simplest of 
possible affirmations
is to be loved in return

in similar manner
the most complex of
probable affirmations
is reciprocating like affection

in conclusion, then, 
it seems most apparent
to appreciate with reckless
abandon the air we breathe

for we build tomorrows 
on these simplest, most 
basic of molecules, our
humble bricks of being

whose...

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arkayyecrypticbardgalateuskesnerpoempoetrypoet

The Coming of a New Age

With every year's end - the advent marks the start of a new day,
as human kind we’re always growing wiser, furthermore, fully face to face with the task of taking baby steps toward a straight forward path —
It’s time to take a stand…
(With that being said: we really need to enjoy such a joyous occasion)
In an effort to boost morale; International Women’s Day should pronounce a two part holiday...

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Small moments

With one small hand wrapped round my thumb

You gave me a vision of what was to come.

 

A memory I will hold forever

The smallest grip, but I will remember.

 

I'd stare at you all day long

In my eyes you could do no wrong.

 

You would sleep and wriggle on my chest

Out of everything I could do, this was the best.

 

In no time at all you'd stolen our hearts

And ...

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London Traffic

Monday morning.
Still here:
third floor, flat 336, Sernanders Väg.
I force myself awake.

Scandinavian winter’s rising.
Just another frigid snowscape dawn.
I’m surprised:
even brittle beauty finally becomes a bore.

Midnight Sun now mere memory
– cast out by season’s turn.
Good riddance to that smirking late-night gatecrasher;
a smug fool who always stuck around too long.

But, exil...

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Vigil

January fifth.
The black car is almost here.
I wait
and I remember:

Early morning, deep December.
Phone rings;
heart sinks;
today, I know, is the day.
Exit day, the expected day: the day to say goodbye.

A rush hour slow-slog through thin and sickly dawn.
Idiot-bright festive lights fail to sense the mood.
Mother in the back seat – quiet, watching, alone.

A red light river – a sto...

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Morning Coffee

With two sleepy eyes and a burning soul, I drive straight ahead - forgetting the sleepless nights of a night owl, knowing the light is red. In that busy intersection where I broke the law so profound that people gazed in awe, shouted "f"-words and prayed for my fall; little they know I've just made the call of life or death; like a madman whose mind is blown; little they...

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