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A Ghostly Show
Empty of its audience, red, plush velvet seats;
Sorrowful, in mourning.
No more echoes of applause,
the opening of a grandeur curtain,
Just a ghostly appearance,
Breathing in the past.
Dusty stage lights,
Cobwebbed orchestra,
Costumes bleeding out their vibrany; silently decaying.
What do you call a stage
without a captivating drama?
Wednesday 10th February 2021 11:44 pm
THE RIDER
MOTION
Here he comes the fury beast
riding thru the wind
Thighs are beating
as is his heart
Excitement from the very start
He lives for motion
fast and free
Don't hold on to me
is his plea...
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PEDDLING
On goes his cap
then his helmet
He steps on his pedals
getting ready to run
Winding and winding
the wheels go
Sweat pouring
from his soul...
Saturday 31st December 2016 1:19 am
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