poetry
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ON GREED Oh once upon a time a King, Sat on a Royal Throne. While at his feet a Royal hound, Gnawed on a Royal bone. The bone belonged, or so it seemed, To the late former King. To normal folk, it’s murder clear, To them a different thing. Now heavy weighs the…
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So… it’s April 1st once again and the kick off of National Poetry Month which means the start of the annual poetry writing challenge. The last time I tried this, things came up and I failed to meet my target of one poem per day for the full month. But here we are again and…
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Be A Joyful Child A long, long time ago there was, A happy child at play. The old face in the mirror asks, Where is that child today? Sometimes it seems like yesterday, Sometimes an age or more. Since I have seen that smiling face, That long ago I wore. I look for them sometimes…
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Own You Why do we do the things we do? What is it makes us go? And when we do what we should not, Pretend we didn’t know? Some say this is the way we are, Imperfect, full of sin. Some say it’s what our parents did, Still buried deep within. I say it is…
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I Believe In Us When all the news is doom and gloom, And hope’s a fools game, Remember we’ve been here before, It’s just the tune that’s changed. We only hear the worst of things, Bad news sure travels fast. But there is much that’s good as well, Although we hear it last.…
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THE FUTURE We see a shape but dimly there Not certain what we see. Project on it our hopes and fears, No clue what it will be. A thing of beauty it may be, Yet certain we are not. It may be brutal or bizarre, May prove ice cold or hot. The problem…
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NO JUSTICE I am the Law and I care not For what is wrong or right. I answer only to myself. Care not for oversight, No justice here, for justice is A subtle, fickle thing. The Law cares not for subtlety Morality is king. And i don’t care whose Morals are Enshrined in every line.…
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No real idea where this came from. Just started putting words down and let them take the shape they wanted. It’s no less true for all that. My Truth There must be some comfort in faith, in knowing what is true. In knowing if you walk the line, good things will come to you.…
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A mind is a terrible thing to waste on nightmares. But here’s another one. Enjoy! My Night Terrors The bump in the night, the scratch in the walls, things wake us in the night. We are not sure just what we heard, we cannot place that fright. We tell ourselves there’s nothing there, inside…
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Currently, I’m well over halfway through this round of NaPoWriMo. Predictably, my mental batteries are starting to run a bit low. But hey… I’m still in there swinging. Doomsday? There are rumours about a war, that may come to us soon. It’s times like these I wish I lived, on Mars or on…
Brain Bits To Go 