Poetry Blogs (contentment)

Waiting for a friend
sipping tea, sunglasses on
passers-by double and disappear
as reflections in shop windows
everything lit golden
then dimmed behind my lenses
I stir the drink some more

Waiting for a friend
they’re half an hour late now
I barely notice
just watch the people
let my mind wander
the liquid turning in the cup

And it hits me, squarely, there
on the corner by the cr...

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A two way conversation is something very nice,

Because you both can talk in a way that is very concise,

One way talking could be something so unkind,

But the art of conversation can help you with your mind,

To fuse two minds together can become one,

If you do your pain will be gone,

To share and care is a special thing indeed,

It takes the nucleus to plant the seed,

What yo...

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Your own mind is yours to keep,
as long as you don't decide to follow the sheep,
Start bending all reality, this will give you your own normality,
Dance in your own style and you will stand out a mile,
Sing songs where ever you go and put on your own one man show,
Do what you want, will make you full of glee,
Then you will find you will be absolutely free,
Freedom is a state of mind and thi...

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If you find love for the duration,
This you may find will benefit every nation,
It begins with the nucleus,
And that nucleus is me,
All I want out of life is a cigarette and a cup of tea,
Anything more would be great,
But we must rid the world of hate,
Love is the answer to all things,
If you have true love then you will live the life of a king,
There will be justice for all,
And if you ...

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My life is beautiful my life is fruitful,

Shout from the highest steeple,

All you peacful people,

"CELEBRATE YOUR LIVES HERE AND NOW"

Milk love just like a cow,

Fortune favours the brave,

So don't be anyones slave,

Live your own life and don't copy no one,

And do your own thing till all the pain has gone,

Don't be superficial or act like a sheep,

Then you will find yo...

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It has been so many years

since that moment of truth

when finally you were truly alone

It has been so many years

since you flew with the flames

as the organ played

something

and I looked out at the distant horizon

seeing you there drifting away

into finality

It has been so many years

since I made you a promise

I could not keep

You said

Do no...

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 It is an anti-climactical relapse into the repression and suppression of life. 

You'll be on a cloud of positivity held in the captivity of optimism. 

And then as if your minds been hit by a tun of bricks that indicate the euphemism of the candidness of reality.

 As you get older you realise that the higher you climb the further it is to fall, 

so you get indecisive between the f...

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I'm lying awake at 3am

Why am I never intoxicated with positivity? 

Why aren't I a fountain of enthusiasm?

Why can't I see the euphemistic light in this unilluminated darkness?

I'm lying awake at 3am

All of my uncertainties are overwhelming 

The formidable anxiety I've become acclimated with seeps in through open wounds

And yet I've learned to find tranquility in this res...

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Streaks of tepid sunshine

with magical golden spell

Provoke latent indolence

 for fresh fervor compel

Scatter of nomadic clouds

of varied  shape and form

Reflect strokes of artistry

  nature aiming to perform

Trees full with mangoes

heralding in joyous time

Cuckoo cooing in concord

 some singing choir sublime

Distant sight of g...

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Growing up I accepted the life I was given
Always knowing that something was missing
Not with who I was as a person, but deeper from within
My heart kept on telling me something was not right
And that I should never have given up the fight
Because I know God does not give us things we always ask for
Instead, He makes us work and pray, but He will never ignore.
 
 
For what I a...

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It’s that time of the morning

when widows walk their dogs

avoiding the space at the breakfast table.

When frustrated wives ride horses

down the valley, just for the rub.

The beach is empty and the sea is warm.

I paddle and invent a song.

Sitting on a damp cold rock

I let the wind dry my feet

and I think

life is not so bad

for a woman witho...

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