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fog III (02/01/2024)
a weighty fog
like tinned milk
sweetly opaque
hiding the feathers and tears
traces of a an empty place called
heaven.
these beads rest on hats
press down on weary brows and
weave between the fibres
of gloves
of family
such a slippery thing, this life.
like a rain you can't catch on your tongue
but the taste weaves between your
thoughtful mol...
Thursday 1st February 2024 5:49 pm
poem from book One Thousand Plastic Trinkets Nick Armbrister
More Wanted
How many people have it all and want more?
Just one more toffee from the box
Or one more lady to make love to
Or a car 10 miles per hour faster
Is the grass always greener?
Step over the fence to see
There’s no way back over tho
Make a choice and away you go
Cross your fingers it’s better
Are all people like this?
May I look inside their heads?
...
Sunday 10th January 2021 10:12 pm
Believe to Live
Be happy with what you have
Then you will have what you hope
Firmly, work and save
Simply, you reach the top
It depends on you more
Than a reason or a cause
Not because rich and poor
Your brain, how much knows
Do believe in God's Judging
And gain your thought results
God never asks a jumbling
But to be aware of the facts
Wednesday 27th February 2019 11:16 am
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