On hearing news of murder

The way the street light fills the dark is nothing but a lie,

the night is there as real as day, a trick upon the eye.

The way the body lies bereft still warm and supple yet,

stiffening slowly somethings left that someone won't forget.


A heart still glad and beating strong is soon to cruelly break,

that to another did belong that shared the lovers ache.  

New Sun will chase away the black to see the morning rise,

and one much loved will ne're be back as duller dim the skies.                     

◄ Ravi Shankar stopped me wanking

A million more did start ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 18th Jun 2019 21:12

Thanks for all the likes folks,

PS here's some dark and gloomy real poetry.... "there's room for you inside"...Just like Pink Floyd (Roger Waters) said.



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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 17th Jun 2019 05:45

Good morning Martin,

I had put this up and then taken it down again, personally I think it's a little below par. I dislike the dum de dum de dum de dum de dum, it can seem all a little bit contrived, that said I did not use any words merely because they fitted.

The piece is really about contrast and reality, how things can look deceptively like something else. How artificial light can distort perception, how a recently departed life can leave a body still looking alive.

I once had to remain with the bodies of two colleagues who had died suddenly and in suspicious circumstances. I was with them on my own for about 12 hours, I found myself talking to them working through things in my mind. I recall how I felt wondering what exactly it was that had left their bodies as empty vessels. Death is not the presence of anything it is merely the absence of life, death is exactly what it is..it is nothing.

I had tried to capture my feelings in this, however subtleties are not popular with many readers or indeed visible to them. My thoughts may seem crazy to some, maybe they simply have not been in the presence of such things enough to ponder the questions.

Of course there are no answers, there is just an end and that is it.

Thanks for stopping by.


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Martin Elder

Sun 16th Jun 2019 22:16

A very tasty piece of poetry indeed David. The rhyming here seems to allow the piece to fairly bounce along. I also love the fact that it seems to be all about light at different times of the day.

Nice one

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