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A Shattered Rose

A Shattered Rose

The slick cliff'd river smears shiny

blue-green sliding waters

across richly wooded chateau-lands;

 

hurrying through honey-scarred falaises,

cat-mouthed where toffee sandstones

arced onto sleeping innocents beneath.

 

A country blessèd and blighted both,

in equal measure (as aeons bequeath)

full with easy money, and its deadly past.

 

April ...

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In a year long

I'll be laughing in the hot sun
When this is all gone
In a year long
This will be my song
I'll  finally feel strong

Today I might ache
But it will not stay
Tomorrow, I'll be okay
And one day, I pray
It'll go forever away

I'll be laughing in the hot sun
When this is all gone
In a year long
This will be my song
I'll finally feel strong

Yesterday was scary
My head tried to hurt ...

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The Summer of Love

Wandering through the sunlit trees

on grassy bluebell banks, brackened

by the unfurling of softly sensual shoots;

strolling in the tide turn rippling sea

as toes sift soft sea sand, silted

and lost to the advancing wave weft;

striding across bare barren felltop

on sheep shorn Spring sprung sod, surrounded 

by haze horizoned hills and hills and hills;

standing by the quie...

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Past, Present and Future

Haunted by ghosts from a distant past of mine

that remain hidden from my memory

but lie embedded somewhere in that cerebral mass.

 

Thinking of a present fraught with dilemma

residing at the forefront of my brain

Fermenting both fear and worry, and causing distress.

 

Dreaming of a future full of brightness

Floating above my corporeal form

Building and creating a beau...

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Cruel Refrain

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For again i fall
To his charming call

A trap it may be
Its shine captures me

My heart is eaten out
My feelings headed south
Yet my affection is still his
My torture is his bliss

In his web, i lay
There came a girl one day
Ignorant of the danger
Behind the charms that linger

I could not shout
I could not call out
A fate that echos mine
A victim, next in line

It is like a cruel ref...

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To The Past

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{To The Past} 

 

 

Here's to my 

past for the 

one's who 

thought they 

knew me well 

I can actually

say to you that 

you can kiss my

ass and please

go straight to 

hell for the 

last and final 

damn time

 

 

 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 26,2018

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So Unpredictable

25/10/11

So unpredictable.

So sharp and so cunning

Is the pain that run through me,

Hideous yet so stunning.

 

I want to keep it here, 

I want to feel it's cold aching

Blood spilling from me

My heart is still breaking

 

What if I want it to stop?

Please, leave me alone!

It'll be there. Waiting.

For me to decay down to bones. 

 

Maybe that's what I wa...

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Revenge

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The way, she did to me
Is the way I did to her
The way, where hearts broke
The way,
I will never return to


The way where
Sun used to long last
The days spent in the past
Still, when thy feeling arises
My day neither sets, nor rises

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Looking Back

Present — past

Past — gone

Looking back and remembering the yesterdays

Is wrong.

*

Where is NOW?

Where is it?

Living in the THEN…

No, that’s not NOW, not it!

*

The ghost of yesterday

Is in mind

But looking back

Is the NOW you’ll never find.

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Piece

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The past just won't go away

Every day reminds how much I hate it

Fighting against the addictions

Can't live without it, so maddening

 

I feel it every day

I feel it on its way

I feel it building up inside

Tearing me piece by piece

 

I wanna take it out of my soul

Give my heart some peace

Take control of my life

And spit out its disgusting taste

 

Erase ...

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Who I am Becoming

Is the pain of loneliness worse than the pain of regret

Than giving away another part of your shrinking soul

I only have so much to give

I do not know how to stop

I am not eternal

I am not limitless

 

I am finite

There is a certain amount of me

And some parts never grow back

Some parts, once given, cannot ever be recovered

I cannot be returned to who I once was

...

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Hope

Yesterday, the sun shone black upon my soul

Depth's depth deep beneath my heart.

Lumined ne'er by hope

Thoughts sank weighted low

 

Today, dawn'd, in heaven's mantle rais'd,

Glims golden future in my mind.

Light lightened all by future faith

Heart, mind and soul exalting up

 

Her voice love levered up, returned it from the depths

Dark voids where happiness was stra...

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Open Your Eyes

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I had been feeling sad and lonely. I decided to go back into the past and visit
my child hood home.

My Sister, Mother and Brother were sitting at the kitchen table enjoying a meal,
I walked in and said, "Hello!"

They welcomed me warmly and asked, "How have You been?" I felt secure and
comfortable being welcomed home.

Soon my Father made an appearance and asked, "Why ...

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Bullet Holes In Backyards

Wound up
some nights
I go out to think…

Of all the truths we share
there are little reminders we choose to keep hidden
fix up the front porch

but bullet holes in backyards
they go on…

We may not know what they mean
but we know what they represent
the past is scarred, pock-marked

Did the children stand beside the pond
where they were sprayed and felled
did the family huddle clo...

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An Animal Painting

Cackling cows, but the milk is sour.

Poison meat that we devour.

Broken hearts left to cower.

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Always remember the beach

How about the beach? Sandy feet, fresh breeze.                                                            Seize the sunlight, beam just as bright 

How about flying a kite? Light, the campfire, just right.                                             Tent settled, just behind that tree you see? 

How perfect could this be? Gazing beside one another; amongst grass and stars  We huggled as if it ...

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A Passing Thought at 5AM

I miss the little things.

My schoolyard friends,

The summer's end,

My childish dreams.

 

And fear this too

Of tomorrow's day.

When I will say,

Today was full.

 

If Hope lies ahead

And happiness back,

It can only track

That now is dead.

 

The present is skiewed,

By what was then,

The future's when,

And how they're viewed.

 

,

 

 

...

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In the end, nothing changed at all

Open your books,

On page seventy-two.

Read these sides,

And learn about the past,

Which is not anymore.

 

We learn about war,

About hate and racism,

And they call it past,

And close their eyes

To not see reality.

 

One day, they will,

I hope, will understand,

That to be in denial,

Doesn't help altogether.

Because in the end,

 

Nothing changed a...

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Artefacts

Everything I used to touch
was touched with sadness

Everything I used to make
or say out loud
or joke about
was infused with sadness

A pathos to deepen all
a blackness 
to accentuate all light

Everything I hung
was waiting to be hanged
in every tale I spun
I was waiting to be hanged

Somehow the sadness 
magnified the bright moments
shifted perspective
brought my dark art to...

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One Life, three time periods

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The past is the past.
So, learn and build from it.

The present is here, right now.
So, live to the fullest and don't hold back.

The future is ahead of us waiting.
So, whenever that time comes
take ahold of it and don't look back.

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Awoken

These memories fade into me

Each time I gather

They become seamless

 

They've woven themselves into the stars

 

Beauty as they are

It is my past

 

To the melody of my soul

I caught them dancing

As if they didn't mind the memories that cried

They thought them loveliness

 

Please watch for when they fall

That is you or I falling to harmonize

 

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The Knock

Lo and behold that feeling

once more has returned

 

To tease test and torment

dead past willfully spurned

 

From window shut forever

heard unmistakable creak

 

A portent of ensuing havoc

and destruction it’ll wreak

 

Dilemmas deemed sorted

in archives since then lost

 

Will augment latent agony

with much heftier paid cost

 

An arduous uphill dr...

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On the Influences of Love

Love turned me into a circus monkey,
A raving, craving, fiending junkie.
Incessantly nodding, affirming yes,
Consistently giving, despite duress.
Love turned me into a puppet pauper,
A penniless, lack-luck, begging gawper.
Constantly scrounging, loose change sifter,
Tirelessly searching, dime store drifter.
Love turned me into a courtly fool,
A grinning, spinning, ignorant tool.
Happ...

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Our House

I sometimes wander past the house where we used to live.

I park across the road and contemplate

the things we used to do.

As much as I stare I cannot see within

and even if I could

I’d only see the strangers who occupy our house.

I wonder if deep into the night

our voices from years ago

Might penetrate the years

and our echo may softly rebound

Across the walls we used...

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Before She Came (The Girl From Kansas)

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Before She Came (The Girl From Kansas)

 

before she came

I stood here

for what seemed

like eons

with a blood red sun

setting behind me

my head full

of nothing more

than sawdust

straw

and dreams

a hole in my chest

where beetles

scuttled

happy

come rain or shine

my only fear

that crows might see

through me

be brav...

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November

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Moments of the past

do not last:

kicking leaves

of stormy-autumn –

tumbling heaps, red, gold and brown–

crazy colours all around,

echoing with silent dread,

a memory-lost, a memory-found,

storm-tossed words,

now thought, 

but never said:

regrets of a life misled.

 

Dust-motes float

around my head,

gossamer threads;

glittering words, spiders' webs:

...

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That Place

In that place

The summers were always hot and the skies completely blue.

 

And in that place

Where nothing ever hurt me

A lie was never spoken; it was all completely true

 

In that place

When the morning sun spilled into my room and woke me

Then I’d be up and out and riding my bike

 

And in that place

The place where I’d be the fastest biker ever

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MY LITTLE COLD WAR

 

MY LITTLE COLD WAR 

My mate sent some song lyrics to me, by some band. I read them after reading my story on my nuclear armed stealth jet being used in anger. I’m trying to make sense of the cold war I grew up in now, so many years later. It’s so crazy. The younger kids have no idea but my mate does, he’s only 21 but he tries to understand what it was like growing up under the shadow ...

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Holding the hand of the model maker

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Today I have been holding the hand of the model maker.

With my brush I attempt to make good -

as they say.

 

He died soon after he finished

a wonderful re-incarnation

of our lost harbour.

He made it as light relief while working on

some effigy of violence.

That was his real job.

 

I like to think of him

losing himself in ...

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