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did I ever say I was “good people”?

did I ever say I was “good people”?

some days I miss the hasty shouting

the crack of fist on salted cheekbones

 

better that than the nauseous choice

of considered upholstery or designer phones

never weather appropriate, rather, accident

 

ripped and bleeding, waiting for some other

and days my head will fill with men of war

always in shock yet mostly in awe

 

a...

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Lost

Never-ever

ever again

will he turn

his baby face

towards my voice

as he did,

those hours

before

he died.

 

O! his blue-blue eyes,

that long ago

land

of lost content:

my son and I,

'neath a darkening sky.

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A LONELY LAMENT

A LONELY LAMENT

The spark of a flame
In the dream of your eyes
Flickering life
In a darkening sky

The depths of a life
Of torment and pain
A swirling pull
From a deepening drain

But heat yet remains
To warm the heart
Of those so dearly
Torn apart

A cold wind blows a tear
Across the cooling fires
The rain of love
Falling through life's briars

A river of sorrow
Streaking ...

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REGRETS

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REGRETS
 
I never got the chance 
To be, for you, the best
I never had the strength 
To hold you to my chest
 
I never had the time 
To be a fathers son.
I never had a hope 
Of undoing things I've done.
 
I never got to tell you
How I missed you when not there.
I never had the strength to speak 
As you were lying there.
 
I nev...

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Poem For A Friend

 

The clocks stop and time ends

Nothing more for you my friend

Life is in the moment of breath

And when it no longer comes

nothing is left but death

 

No more talk

No more chit chat

No more conversation

The blonde barmaid is safe from our lusty eyes

and the rock music industry must go on

without our criticism

 

The bell rings and time ends

Last orders f...

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Missing You..

Dear Una,  I remember everything like it were yesterday,
two little sisters, hand in hand, if only I could rewind and replay,
Remembering the times when we just had each other..
Searching around, asking people 'are you my Mother'?
 
Time went by when all we felt was fear and pain,
but this anger inside me I can no longer contain..
it's tearing me up from inside my soul..
Loosing...

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No More Waiting..

Ive been patiently waiting around just for you to say hello..
Just show me a sign that YOU dont steep that low..
Day by day, Oh dear Lord three things I pray ..
That I see another day ..
That you show you care ..
and that you will be there..
But no stop dreaming child ... grow up..
Your mama said she would always be there! But I dont see her anywhere!
 
She said ' I love you A...

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She, Mourning

She pressed her hand against the marble, felt its words,
Ran her weathered finger through the crafted names.
Many faces that had long since adventured,
Left for others lingering to bear the pain.

The autumn sun caressed its face and warmed the stone,
She drew it through her skin and let it stay a while.
Her silver head was bowed, her company her own,
To spend a few more moments in her reconcile.

The fl...

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At the Beat of a Drum

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At the beat of a drum,
The world changed,
Blamed on many,
Caused by few.

At the still of a heart,
The world stopped,
Spun by many,
Ceased by two.

At the loss of a soul,
The world cried,
Tears of many,
All for you.

 

Dedicated to the family and memory of Drummer Lee Rigby, born July 1987, senslessly taken from the world, 22nd May 2013

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Noticed

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Noticed

 

I lived my life, most often, like a ghost,

ethereal, drifting from room to room,

a chill chasing me from pillar to post.

 

Rippling across the senses of those whom,

in solitude, sought meaning in their life

before they passed beyond it to the tomb.

 

I was not noticed by them, or my wife

who gladly let me rest in silent shade

whilst stab...

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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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deathLossMemory

For I am Gone

Do not look for me, for I am gone.
I am the silent songs of birds, the words
Of ancient etchings scratched off warm stones.
The lone tumbleweed on open sands,
Spreading nothing more across vast lands
And crashing into sparse trees.
I am the breeze on the path that is left behind.
The vacant mind of an elderly man captured
In a photograph. I am the white edge,
The ledge of a pr...

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For Absent Friends

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  FOR ABSENT FRIENDS

 
Somewhere in between,
The waking and the dream,
I can feel you close to me.
 
Just before times hands,
Reshape the desert sands,
I can feel you reach for me.
 
In the blink of tear stained eyes,
Watching, weary, to the skies,
I can hear you call to me.
 
In the breaking of the dawn,
In the dew upon the lawn,
...

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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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Untitled

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Withered flowers fastened to a wasting bench,
Its plaque and pickled paint are weathered long.
The buckled slats curl flecks on harshest winter's freeze.
Where age defies intent to which it did belong.

As passers-by whom in their daily cues entrenched,
They, wrapped in woolen shields, look blindly on
And notice not the broken petals on the breeze,
Nor sense the echo of a parted an...

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deathlossloveMemorialpoemsadnesssoul

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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Fusion

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By: Ali Taha Alnobani
 
He was lying on the grass
Looking carelessly at his watch
He needs to relax
But a voice is slamming his head:
Tick … tick
Seems saying: life is just a trick
***
He took a picture out of his pocket
Ripped into small pieces
Paths and routs
Plants and shoots
Telling the happiness rare story
About the unlucky traveler
...

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Sofia's Masterpiece Story

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By: Ali Taha Alnobani
© 2011 by Ali Taha Alnobani
A lot of people I knew
Tried to cross long bridges
Sofia's masterpiece story
Ended among her princes
They wished her to describe the picture
But she forgot her eyes
Upon the bridges' fences
A rhyme made of life
Attacked her burned senses
I adored Sofia
But the trees imposed ...

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Waves (A Final Letter Home)

I lie and let the waves wrap 'round my feet,
As midnight skies perform the second act,
Where black and blue so effortlessly meet
And force the waters cold around my back.
I feel the sand bequeath my buried toes;
To let the grit defy my sodden skin
And as the open door to my soul grows
I let the frothy waters trickle in.

The moonbeams push my head into a daze
And buckle up the ...

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Are you that easy to forget?

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Into the bleak after hour
where dreams blend into
hopes that have gone sour
I am one of many, upon rocks
ocean spume that wet your socks.

Why do you walk the shores
with socked feet?

When bare footed symphonies
lift their song in your chest
above outstretched branches of tress
I am one of many grains of sand,
nameless stars cupped in hand.

Will you remember one
tha...

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Lost

A face of steel is easy 
When hidden behind.
Lost in false hope,
Drowning under memories
That my shoulders cannot hold;
They buckle in sharp flaws.
Watch me break at dawn
And vanish into dust.
My soul entrenched
Under a cotton shroud,
Unable to rise.
I will never again stand 
So boldly.
Time, the only healer,
Has stopped,
And I am lost
In forgotten thoughts
As hopelessness ensnares.
And in the dyi...

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Mortality

I see him at my window tonight.
The moon, full and bright
Casts his dark shadow onto an icy wall.
A familiar silhouette, unmistakable,
Pressed against the pane.
The cold melts his breath into feathery diamonds
Running in thin veins down the thick glass.
His face, hidden and veiled in black
Glances my way and nods;
I nod back
Acceptingly. Suddenly,
The glass no longer divid...

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