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They shoot poets, don’t they? (For the poet Abdullah Atefi killed by the Taliban, and those left in fear)

He never thought he’d be killed

By words

That freely come to your mind

 

Took for granted

That his thoughts could run free,

Across the city

Climb up mountains

And settle on the land

 

Then one night…

He was dragged out of his bed

And shot in the head

 

Because the stench of death

Has run riot in the streets

The Taliban snuffing out

Anyone...

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Retire(la)ment

I now have time

To see all those

Little David’s

 

Lost on the streets

Of Liverpool, Germany

And many stations in-between

 

Lamenting a love gone wrong

Crying to himself

Too broken hearted

To pick up the phone

 

Hours upon days and years

Out of sorts

A rattle bag of fears

An assortment of misery

Freshly picked from the store

 

But now I have ...

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lamentold age

Retire(la)ment

I now have time

To see all those

Little David’s

 

Lost on the streets

Of Liverpool, Germany

And many stations in-between

 

Lamenting a love gone wrong

Crying to himself

Too broken hearted

To pick up the phone

 

Hours upon days and years

Out of sorts

A rattle bag of fears

An assortment of misery

Freshly picked from the store

 

But now I have ...

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lamentold age

Under the Sun , I Was a Good Boy

Under the sun I was a good boy

I never did wrong.

The trees were very giving

As I climbed

The highest branch

 

Under the sun , I was a good boy

Who never did wrong

 

The light would stay

Till I was too tired

To kick a ball

 

But at home, I was bad  boy

Who always did wrong.

The dark spelt

Foreboding

Trembling

Till...

The light broke way 

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boyChildhood memories

Snowdrift

I can

Still feel the

Freezing cold

Air on my cheeks

An air long since gone

Like the people I used

To greet on the streets.

And you so small

I could fit you on the

Back of my bike

Sitting under the slide

So the cold rain wouldn’t bite.

I can still feel the freezing cold air...

And I worn out by life’s daily chores

Pulling the sledge to school carrying

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We should all be a bit of Captain Tom

“I won’t wear a mask.

I’ll do what I f’in want to do.”

 

But he just kept walking

Round and round

Doing more than this government ever could do

 

“I’ll see who I want

When I want.”

 

But in the years when he should be

Just letting go

He gave it all to us

 

A hospital he will never see

A cancer patient walking out pain free

A child’s broken limb, now ...

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Captain Tom

In Every Moment

I am stuck in every moment I have lived or

Not lived enough

 

Each drags me back

To sort out what I

Forgot

 

To settle the score

Paper over the cracks

 

I am stuck,

In every moment

I failed

To live

 

I was,

But

Just not enough

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Pushing Through

On a particularly down day

I saw this little fella

        Pushing through

 

Cold all around

With little beauty by its side

 

On a particularly down day I saw this

And thought…

 

My little fella

Can pull through

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