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Play in the Night

Play in the Night

                      --Michael Kwack

 

 

From two o’clock

When owls hoot

Up to four when cocks crow

Surely I will be kept awake,

 

To watch the secret play

Of the conscious and unconscious.

 

However, I will not see

The queer performance inside me

As a mere dream in the night.

 

If I long for better plays,

More I will wander dur...

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Night On A Rainbow

arches and keystone

without one they fall

life sustained by you

or I had nothing at all

 

skies at time of damp

arch of hues on show

feast with brittle rays

grist for my rainbow

 

refraction bends light

you twisted my heart

with love's pot of gold

vowed we'd not part

 

rainbow but an illusion

your promise the same

capricious the crescent

not ho...

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Fireflies

He looks out of the open window 

at the end of the street,

cold and grey it seems like melancholy 

& there she stands afar

calm and still,

like the depths of the ocean waters;

 

as the time slips and the 

night sky drops on this world,

the moon shines bright as ever 

envied, as it looks at her glaring eyes,

radiating without the help of another star 

like firefl...

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Me v The Moon

Nestled upon a pillow of cloud

The moon sat, big and fat

As I watched it from my garden

In a cul-de-sac

 

It didn't really do much

Just illuminate the sky

But, then I thought: that alone

Makes it a greater thing than I ! 

 

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afraid of the dark

 

afraid of the dark

 

afraid of the dark

but only at night

 

brave during

the light of day

 

very brave

 

afraid of nothing

except a nest of

ground hornets

or poison ivy

 

at night he would

 

run in the dark

 

always afraid of

what was following

 

never thinking

about what might

be ahead

 

he did not want

anyone t...

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A fight to survive

Seeing the beautiful sky,

From my dead eyes.

Wondering the beauty in the holy night,

Dark was the only colour which helps me to hide.

 

Hiding my sadness my sorrows my fear my cries,

Trying my best to keep the face with smile.

My hobbies,my joy, my emotions were becoming day by day a bit fewer,

Now I am just existing in the world, can't even face myself in the mirror.

 

...

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Bad Things Happen At Night

it felt off-colour from the start

somehow cold sad and needy

I was on my emotional uppers

long-time alone and seedy

 

bad things can happen at night

the dark covers a litany of pain

out there lurk glib wrong-doers

from stalkers to the sons of Cain

 

lured by your knowing eyes

I should have known better

rain was falling like stair-rods

my feet were getting wet...

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sad dreams

was it true,

sleep depends on tears?

 

to refill the well

that had dried up by day,

 

or to wet the lids, at least,

by dreaming sad dreams,

 

with that tearful hope,

had the sleep come by night?

 

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Tenant of the Sea


He witnessed the rise and fall of the tides

Of the sea that seemed so milky in the moonlight.

Gloating over its graceful strides,

The rumble of the colossal sea was all he could hear that silent night.


The stars twinkled in the darkness,

And the moon in the blackness

Gazed dotingly at him and his boat,

As the decrepit carrier carted its master swiftly afloat.


How long had he been at the ...

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Can You Hear The Moon Sing At Night?

Can you hear the moon sing at night?
A distant melody from the most dulcet vocal pipes?
Have you ever nestled in her crescent bed
Like the kid in the DreamWorks emblem?
My winsome lady
Dotes on me.
Her visage,
Part amused, part exasperated.
For she knows why I've come to see her again--
To steal the roux from stars, milky and fulgent.
To hoard fragments of the night sky in my wooden ches...

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