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Death 'From the 7th Seal' comes acalling (Version 1)

Haunted by the sunlight

He unspooled them all

Around the hillside in a frantic dance

 

Then rubbed in a cold shower the sea

Then over the clouds

Leaving them staggering

And dangling to each other

Like pale ghosts on a rose bush

 

Spinning their lives before them

Whether he came for them

On the beach or home

In a fragmented hush

 

Counting their names an...

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Yesterday's Journeys

Your every breath

Left a trial on the path

As the moment to glow

A redness across

The bricks

Making us feel

Like you were a dragon

About to breath

Out a huge flame

As we ran down to the barge.

*

Your father it turned out

As we stepped down

The stairs to the seats

Until to run one of these

Back when you were a child

And you could always

Remember hi...

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Not a love poem

This isn't just a love poem.

This isn't just a sonnet

written in a classic

Shakespeare style

or Keats's

‘Shall I compare you

to a summer’s day’

This is penned

on a cold, windy day

waiting for an interview

I had arrived

early, but as soon

as I left

the station,

it started snowing,

and god, did it snow.

God, did it snow.

It wasn’t like

it came do...

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No need for words

No need for typing out more lies
Or truths
- those lines have been crossed
Backwards and forwards

Too many times, too many different ways.
I was listening to your song again
Last night.

Or as I should say our song.

The words we would sing together.
Maybe if there is a god above
Or a way below…
But I can’t see it, I can’t see it..

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No need for words

No need for words.

No need for typing out more lies

Or truths

- those lines have been crossed

Backwards and forwards

Too many times, too many different ways.

I was listening to your song again

Last night.

Or as I should say our song.

The words we would sing together.

Maybe if there is a god above

Or a way below…

But I can’t see it, I can’t see it..

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Linda (Revisited)

I still recall you, Linda,

storming past Richard's table

screaming at the support band

‘Call that music’—

a symphony of chaos

that brought Ben and me

to tears of laughter,

yet only fueled your fiery anger.

Again, in the Fishbowl's haze,

I stumbled upon your clash with Mo Dave.

"What's this chatter about?"

I dared to ask,

and Dave, with a shrug,

said, 'Nothing...

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Edward

I have been told
Pride doesn't come into it,
But that barely begins
To describe you, Edward.

I've heard whispers
Of your ninety years,

The last two decades
Marred by constant pain,

Your shoulders hunched,
Your back crippled
In armistices.

I've been told
Pride has nothing to do with it,
Yet I see it beyond

The dapper suits,

Tailored to perfection,

In the way you stand,

...

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Understanding

I don’t understand you.

I don’t understand

The way you walk

Up and down restlessly.

I don’t understand

The way you dance

Around the dancefloor

Like a crazy Manic

Never looking at what I guess

Is your girlfriend

In the face.

I don’t understand

Why you don’t smile

instead looking at her

With what I guess

Is a look of hatred.

I don't understand

why y...

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For Emily Dickinson

You must have been
A great thinker
And a great
Great dreamer
Just by the
Way
You stretched out
Your sentences
Across the page
And
Sometimes forgot
To place commas
For page after page.
But whether
Upon looking
Into the
Pieces
The meanings are as
Deep
As you think
There is
On whether
It was a fluke
Or an accident
I am unsure.

Lines like
‘Rain fell on the curve’
Carry so ...

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The Disappearing Wind

I originally wrote the

Disappearing wind in error

Instead of the

Disappearing island

And looked

Into the night skies

And listened

To the children

Chattering and mumbling

And listened to the

Drunks

Staggering home

From the Melvin

As some fell on the pavement

And others

Starting singing

Various bawdy football

Songs

And yelling various

Insults ...

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