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The Changing Breeze

 

Before the demolition

Turned my old Street

Into rubble

I went to steal some memories

Of our laughter & our struggle

 

I went to hopscotch down

The chalk lines of the past

Play tag with the echoes

Of ones who didn't last

 

Time had aged the street

Like a persons face too old

It wore the strain of many toils

From the ending of 'black gold'

 

I wal...

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Magnolia

If you were to leave your body with this breath, you’d float across the lake like dandelion seeds on the wind; the cool denseness of the surface buoying you, the deep gravity of the water anchoring you.

If you were to leave your body with this breath, the stars would twinkle just as if you hadn’t, but the moon, the moon would heave earth and ocean just to draw you heavenward.

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Stormy Night

 

Matt Mayo 5 29 21

Stormy night

Thunder rolls

Lightning flashes through my home

Fills the walls with ghostly lights

Casting shadows through curtains drawn tight

 

I'm fortunate to have this home

And not be outside in this storm

I'm comfortable here inside

But I've got no one by my side

In my life through storm after storm

I've been very fortunate

To still...

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The Withered Vine

 

 

I watch her slowly

 fall from grace

Her body still

Her mind displaced

New memories 

no longer stay

they simply  

          just              

drift  a w    a         y

Like a mist around

a mountain old

that dissipates

as the dawn unfolds

She's there in body

but sparse of mind

Sometimes it's hard

to look, and find

The vibrant woman

she...

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Mum

13.03.2020

You're the first thing I ever knew 
The first sounds I ever heard 
The first movement
First heartbeat
First meal
First love 

Your womb was my home and in it I built my existence 
In you I grew and gew
And through you I met myself 

I am to you
As the light is the dark 
The seed is the flower
The rain is the ocean 

Your cells are mine 
And through you I exist 

You're a w...

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Nuclear

Is it because we live in a nuclear family
That we can conscience this nuclear world
As if somehow all those other people
are less significant
being them.

What if I did not know my mother or father
Did not know my aunt or uncle
What if they could be any one of the billions and billions 
of people anywhere in this world

And maybe my ancestors have returned again
In Burma or Sudan or Ne...

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SWEET PLUMS

My loved Brother

Today, in the middle of my weekly shopping

Between bananas and tomatoes

I found red plums.

 

The noise around me

Made silence,

My mind traveled 24 years ago,

To our small city,

so distant that looks like another life.

 

Remember?

Each month we used to buy

two plums and one sweetened milk,

our monthly rewards

nobody except you, can under...

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A Reflection

 

The man in the mirror

No longer looks like me

His best years are behind him

There's nothing more to see 

His daughter is a woman

With family of her own

The years now seem to fade away

Into the bleak unknown

Although I'll keep on dreamin'

Of better things to come

Sometimes I feel like runnin' free

Into the rising sun

A slither of a silhouette 

Against a s...

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Arden Hall Magic

 

Arden Hall Magic

I met a friend by an old Oak tree,
Remember me? He smiled his smile,
I could not walk on by,

We sat on murky mushroomed ground,
Craned our necks out high,
To a solid old oak tree,
Now taller than the sky,

All around us lay its fruits,
In greens and oak deep browns,
As they had done all those years before
Broken branches coaxing them down,

Our offspring pla...

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Monday in Tier 4, New Year Jan 4

Facebook is full of futility;
pandemic emotional ping pong
vapid mini Directors spouting “truth”
proving a point to the other side

The class divide is dividing us,
fuelled by media-driven Morgans 
who needs to create division to thrive
pointless pricks with absent minds
Propaganda piloted, spoon-feeding 

Humans walk past Joe the homeless, 
humming on their way into work
happily stil...

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A New Breath

He flung the rope 

over a branch of a tree

And fluttering down

came a few dead leaves

 

He watched them rest

upon the cold, crisp earth

And cursed his mother

For his wasted birth

 

This year of pandemic

Had him stripped to the bone

Made him jobless & useless

A bear in his home

 

Frustration begat anger

And anger begat fear

Unable to provide

For...

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