an old man upstairs has fits of coughing

women make his bed creak fit to bust

he's some sort of evangelical preacher

an expert on the perils of human lust

bones in bright sunshine or pouring rain

pressed down by limbs that rarely speak

contorted versions of my wide-open legs

I could make his bed wake up and creak

do my vows still apply after these years?

did I ...

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Na jaana maine wo ehsaas jab tak na aya tha tu
Na jaani maine wo khushi jab tak na paayi thi teri rooh

Kuch pal the dard ke lekin sehne me tha ek sukoon
Tere aane ke ehsaas ne badhai tujhse roobaroo hone ki justjoo
Aane se tere aai mujhme ek nayi zindagi
Kya khwaab hai ye ya sach me tu hai is rooh me kahin
Hazaaro darr hai is dil me or sawaal bhi
Magar maloom hai mujhe bas hai jawaab har us...

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it makes me sweat even now

such sheer terror left its mark

there's nothing worse than a

child imprisoned in the dark

she'd blame me for being bad

I'd struggle but to little avail,

hoisted in the black cupboard

dusty, warm, beyond the pale

bent in two and scared of mice

heard her laughter downstairs

something tickling my shoulder

the silk touch of spider's...

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There is so much more to this.

The music does not make song

but the foetal space

amongst famous walls

filled with such au fait grief

and there a beast floats

to see the fear fleeting

on their new found face

in some unfailing destiny,

there she silently screams,

a flame away

God so violently benign

in his passive spirit-

He forges her-

to breath truly ...

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As we are born unto her
It is her fire that keeps us warm and safe
It is she who sacrifices all.

As we grow unto her
It is she we keep close too
It is she who sacrifices all

As we grow from her
She is never far from us

For she is our heart and our soul
A mother's love is a blessing to her child 
As The Lord intended

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My Child - Poem by Marie 

My child 
born disabled and deaf 
Yet loved by your every breath 

My child 
Blue eyes perfect face and hands 
No one else understands 

My child 
Born imperfect into a perfect world 
Rosy cheeks brown hair all curled 

My child 
I cry for you gods creation 
Born into this situation 

My Child 
Limbs disabled you'll never walk 
You will make noises but never ...

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And a 
Child shivers in
The cold

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The first time I saw you, your mouth held no words.
I would take you out and watch you marvel at the birds.

Your awkward waddle would bring me smiles.
There was peace in my life holding you as we walked for miles.

The screaming, the crying, the testing,
The laughing, the hugging, the learning.

As I helped you grow, and loved every moment.
Even the ones that involved your excrement.

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I see the opening of your mind's eye, 

glittering like a starry sky. 

Asking yourself, how high? 

The iron will that says, I try. 

Go my darling, you'll fly. 

Full of joy, I cry. 

The apple of your father's  eye.

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Surprises come everyday

some small

some large

Then there was you

---

I tripped

and dropped 

you on your head

I tried to pick you up

but didn't know how

---

To this day you hate me

To this day I let you

---

Because I  am old

and wiser

I realize

Sometimes hate heals

---

You need it to make 

your world right

---

So I sit here tonight

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A single child,

Trapped behind rows and rows of wooden bars,

Longing for the warm comfort of their mother.

Their lungs ache in agony,

Wanting and waiting,

Their tiny cheeks ridden with tears.

They shake their small cage

As they grow tired and agitated.

Why hasn’t she come yet?

Doesn’t she know I want her?

They sit in defeat,

With sobs turning into te...

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As a child

I thought

the sun rose

and sat because

of my Dad.

As a teenager

I thought my

Dad was one

of the bumbest

people on earth.

Now that I

am over the

age of Fifty

I think the

older I get

the smarter

my Dad was.

The Circle

of life.

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Eyrie Avenue

After the chicks had flown the nest

she sat in stony silence –

rocking back and forth in an upright chair.

The hair on her head pulled tight into a cowl

that accentuated her horny skull.

A sharp, beak nose and dull, see all eyes

that fluttered from pillar to post –

Until –

The ball came over the wall –

Then –

Fingers cur...

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Forget Me Not

“Be grateful for the light”,

my mum would say.

I remember that

as if it were only yesterday.

“Because, without it

the dark will never go away

and what’s hidden in it

will be inclined to stay”.

I had a son -

but I forget his name.

Yesterday,

someone like him came

to visit me -

but he was not the same,

because m...

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The old lady shouted "Help me, please help me"

Sitting in her chair she was

wrapped in multicoloured shawl

refusing to elaborate

She couldn't see and couldn't hear

Refused to have her hearing help

Continued shouting "Help me help me"

"Won't somebody help me please"

Yet every time I tried to help her

Shouts vociferous and rude

Decrying all that...

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If only I had known

what was happening,

If only I had known

where you lived.

If only I had known,

I would have gone

into your home.

I would have

taken you out.

If only I had known,

I would have taken

you into my home.

I would have fed you.

If ...

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