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Midnight Lullaby

do you see in the windows, where moonlight shines

wee hands and faces against the glass?

the midnight orphans, dusty gust

carries their whispers and lullabies

 

of times when a stranger’s hand

pushed them inside and turned the key

and it was dark and cold

inside stray children left their dreams

 

in stern rooms

 

where now daylight invites you to ...

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The Memorial Day

1941, the 22nd of June,
The sky with the waning moon.
It was Sunday.
Today it’s the saddest day
In the history
Of my long-suffering country.

In the very early morning
Without any warning
Hitler broke the non-aggression pact
And my motherland was attacked.
The Great Patriotic War had started
With peaceful life the land had parted.

Many years have passed since then,
No one wants the war to repeat ...

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Peter Goes West

I do not presume to judge you

Now that you are gone,

The leaf would've fallen anyway

The bird would've flown,

Taking talisman, tarot deck

And Ayn Rand tome,

On a journey to far West

Your spiritual home.

 

Land of parking lots and desert malls,

Skateboards on the board walks,

Beggars in the bleachers

watching volleyba...

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For Maggie - NaPoWriMo Day 6

Before you start reading this piece, I'd like to take your attention for one moment to remember Maggie Turner, the woman whom this piece is about. She was a firecracker of a woman and one of the most inspiring, intelligent, opinionated, caring, compassionate people I've ever known. She said what she thought and wore her heart on her sleeve. Not enough people in this world do that, and I love he...

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Beat to my own drum - NaPoWriMo Day 5

Adopt

Saint Stephen's tale

It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith

Degeneration X and anarchy

Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.

Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.

Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.

First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...

A place...

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I Miss You

Hello there,

Angel from my nightmares.

Devil from my dreams

a grey spirit that weaves

its way through my existence.

What a Dementor does to souls

or a Dalek to a human heart.

 

Even a superhuman heart

can break.

 

Just ask Logan,

a force so strong

a returning phoenix

could not reignite remnants.

 

I miss you.

Whatever you ...

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We Chose Hooks

do you remember
those nights
we placed hooks in our eyes?

waiting in our sleep
to catch the darting lies
that swam inside our heads

do you remember
those nights?

we should have walked
the chrome stacked streets
that rolled like silver eels

where stub ends sailed on tarry keels
in that vanishing space between
the night clubs gaudy hush
and necessities capital morning rus...

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