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I Saw Ice In Your Farewell

My love was welded by wit

No woman was ever racier

Yet after my crazy revelation

I was sleeping with a glacier

 

Some things are best hidden

Dont oblige that need to tell

My regrets forged hot tears

For I saw ice in your farewell

 

My fault misreading the signs

I felt we'd reached that page

Where we became truly one

Not paper lovers on a stage

 

I'd dis...

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Collusion

There they were beyond the

Railings in broad daylight, flouting

The rules, hundreds of them

Socialising cheek by jowl while

Above ground, as if

Condoning the breach

Sat an older couple on a

Bench having a

Picnic by the looks of it

Sandwiches flask the lot, I

Wondered if they'd been barred from a

Funeral and had come to

Say a deferred farewell before taking

Ea...

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Goodbye Daddy

Tick tock

Blue frock

Little Annie by the dock

“Goodbye Daddy, sail safe

Here’s your key, I hold the lock”

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The last farewell this winter brought

And just like that, you're gone,

The memories fade away, you're lost,

No matter the action , the consequences are the same.

The thought of you not being here,

The thought of missing you,

Those are concepts I can't wrap around my head.

With fear I live the upcoming days,

Questioning my own existence,

Questioning my own rebellion, I slowly understand what you meant.

Honest...

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I'm to leave now

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By: Ali Taha Alnobani

I'm to leave now

A tall ghost is carrying my bag

A long street is walking behind me

A mad merchant bought my smiles

And no water to renew the dusk

I can't have my step begun

Even if the rain washed my tears

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I'm to leave now

Can I have a deep look at your eyes?

Can I take my dreams, your smile

And my dried red rose?

...

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Goodbye, Gaston

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My uncle, Gaston,
mum's bro (1-yr apart),
died whilst I cradled him
in the crook of me arms.

He lay there bliss-filled
Faint lustre of his boyhood charms.

It was a waiting game
& he was hanging on.
He held back the Ripper's blade
Unmindful that he'd had it made.

I whis...

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On Taking the Early Train

A farewell to two poets that have only just passed on: Sandra Fowler and Sonya Florentino. R.I.P., dear friends.

 

on taking the early train

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Yes, I will try to be brave
just like you'd want me to be;
here I am waiting on shared memory:


Dear old friend, where might you be?
And where is it that we have arrived:
now we're quickly fading into oft-turned pages

that lay dog-...

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The Voice of a Quill, Now Silent



I am but the mottled bark
of a tree once firmly rooted,
peeled from its stately trunk

and within my hollow carapace
echoes an inert drumbeat
that keeps the cadence for
a march of ornate trappings

soon and sooner still, one day
this crepuscular orphelin song
resonant in its languid longing
shall surge with the rising tide

the sound of its condescencion
as it strikes th...

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