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Noah drowned

The warm soothing feeling

Of whisky laden blood

A numb fuzzy sentiment

Who bothers about the flood?

He drowned, you know

It was his fate

No saviour around

No-one at his gate

Waiting to wave a friendly hello

No-one as his cornerstone

Just the taste of vomit from below.

The warm soothing feeling

Of a laden missil...

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lifenoah

Touch of a Butterfly

Sitting at the foot of the stairs

Captive of your thoughts

Prisoner of your emotions

I watch you from above

Your neck inclined

Untroubled by your hair

Free to share its beauty

To all alert enough to see

A kiss, a flutter of a slight wing

A modest light touch

Brings pure solace to your face

Your gaze searches and

...

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butterfly

The Subject in the Picture

Golden was the frame

That surrounded you

A beautiful scene

Filled with a magnificent hue

- Nature's canvas.

Centrally seated you

Looked at the artist

And drove the object

Out of the imagery

Created an image

Of yourself

Fighting back

Alive with strength

You and you alone

Noone else can be you

He...

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Faces

The side of my face

Gave you a wide berth

And I dropped my gaze

To drop you down to earth

 

The smile on your face

Revealed you too easily,

my faith fell like a stone

and I stole away quickly.

 

The tears on her face

Gave way to waves of joy.

Dried up and withering

I became again a little boy

 

The grin on my face

Gave nothing away of the hidden,

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faces

When will this vicious circle die?

We stand and stare

Stare at those people

People who are different

Different to ourselves

Ourselves who are perfect

Perfect enough to stare

Stare at those people

People who are different

Different to ourselves

Ourselves who are perfect

Perfect enough to stare

Stare at those people............

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judgemental

The time to feel alive

We drank to remember

We drank to forget

But most of all

We drank to feel alive

It was not at all a time

For lively celebration

But one for contemplation

Grinding out the days

To live through this occasion

Hiding behind our curtains

A peak at the world outside

Frightened and lonely

Wedded to the bride Isolation.

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aliveisolation

Peace and Love

It's a sound you don't hear often

The whisper of peace and solace

A dream bound in resolution

And a warm consoling embrace.

 

It's a touch you don't feel often

The soft brush of a finger tip

A tactile motion full of desire

And a truly attentive lover's grip.

 

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lovepeace

Wishing well, living full

The hopes and desires of the wishing well

Bring forth from my longing eyes a watery droplet

That hangs for a moment and then slides gently down my cheek

Onto my lip awaiting the taste of the salty stream of my expectations

The flavour recalling a beautiful seaside scene, youth in its element

And a family outing to be cherished forever

A hopefulness knowing no imagined boundaries

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fulllivingwishing well

Mirror

The mirror in the room

holds me quite tightly

within its glassy memory.

Standing aside from its stare

I know what its thoughts are.

Dreaming of a reflection,

reflecting on a dream.

Still, but still in motion,

an opposite movement

a trick of the eye,

thoughts backward,

it emulates itself,

and echoes all before it.

Patiently waiting for its time

to cast a li...

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mirror

Fire

The smoke smothers,

forms a solid screen.

The fire frantically fights

for its existence,

twisting and torturing

the air around it

like a dictator leaving

nothing to chance.

The flames writhing,

and rising in their

hot blazing dance.

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fire

Thinking of you, mum

I watched an episode

of some tv show the other day,

an old lady passed away

while people looked on.

It reminded me

of the day you died,

not so old,

you were still so young,

too young to die,

too soon to leave us,

and I remember

being by your side

watching your body

makes its final fragile moves,

your breath was weak,

and the weakness won.

I cried, an...

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mum

Myopic Hordes

The cracked ice was a sign,

an unnoticed warning

of the dangers ahead

but no one heeded it,

ignored it and

were blindly fed

by the cyclops' hand.

Nobody saw the distance

as so great and

the myopic vision

you foretold

was gathered unseen

by the hordes

running wildly

to their demise.

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myopic

You are

A heavenly body are you

with your silken wings

and your golden hair.

 

A steady ship are you

with your strong bow

and your billowing sail.

 

A strong tree are you

with your skyward stare

and your deep rooted tail.

 

A beautiful creature are you

with your celestial smile

and your gossamer veil.

 

An ephemeral star are you

with your breathless frail...

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Un-nation

The flags fold in on themselves

and the nations give way to earth,

boundaries disappear as quickly

as they bureaucratically appeared,

and the land remains the same,

and the people do not alter.

The flesh and bones are unchanged,

to no-one else are we tethered,

a murderous group are we all,

killing our own, for what gain?

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nation

Death of cruelty

The cruelty of the world

has defeated me once more

but the war still continues

this battle only evens the score.

 

Prevailing winds at my back

will assist in retreat

but the return will be stronger

with my swift wingèd feet.

 

Those craggy rocks of hate

split and break off overhead

but my quick agile mind

will render them dead.

 

Too late to hesitate

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cruelty

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