The glinting, glistening crowd

Are banging at my door,

Demanding satisfaction;

They know my weaknesses, of course.

Cagey, I hide in the basement

And plead a prior engagement,

But they will come tomorrow,

And they day after that;

And the public mood, for what it’s worth,

Is on their side.

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The Grand Old Man of town,

He makes his films and cries:

The scenes contain no love,

No hope, no joy – just lies.

He’s had to do a deal

And play their dirty games,

Although until this day

He does not know their names.

The power of his dreams

Has been reduced to dust;

He’s had to tow the line

To earn himself a crust.

And in a year or two

The wor...

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Independence from the bonds of affection,

Freedom from the worries of reduction,

Enjoyment multifold owing to seduction,

Wish such was an independence day…

Where I could relax and have my say.

No more fixations, no more accusation…

A feeling of elation and total elevation,

Wish I could choose my every relation,

Wish such was an independence day…

I get all that I pra...

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We walk a 
fine line in 
our relationship
with others.

Words, powerful 
as they are,
miss the idiosyncrasies 
of body language 
that convey sincerity 
and good intention.

On the road 
to enlightenment,
our muse sometimes 
knicks old wounds 
that the ego 
rushes to protect. 

Our responsibility 
remains 
with freedom 
of expression,

to speak our truth 
knowing some will ...

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This poem is a thank you to Vanessa Kisuule for her poem ‘Take Up Space’, a message of empowerment to girls and women. I thought this was fitting as today is international day of the girl, although the message applies to anyone it resonates for.

https://youtu.be/a3CqdaxR3jQ

Vanessa Kisuule I Thank You

Vanessa Kisuule I thank you,

for your poem awoke me 

to the power of spoken w...

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Nothing is parallel or can be paralleled

Even when it is compounded, and expounded inside

It rages loud but gently in rib cages,

Behind hushing skinny fingers

Its beauty is too great, its beauty belongs to us

The formers, the creators of this place

We are the damned, we were the great

Oh the facade, it is all a facade they mimic the art

But can you take the cut, bleed ...

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Our country allows free expression – in reason.

Expression without hate, prejudice or simple

discrimination.  We are a genuine, true

bastion for our world.  Occasions in modern

history illustrate the ease of taking the

wrong option – our mistakes.  Regardless, citizens

do have a right to harbour and express valued

opinion, views or convictions that conflict

with that of our...

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Writing gives me the power to express how I am feeling without actually having to say,

I have a pen, paper and 24 hours in a day.

Although I keep my silence, I can still let it all out

I could talk about the blood, sweat and tears but they're all visible signs.

The things I need to talk about are all in my mind.

I find it so difficult to trust family and friends

but have no prob...

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