poetry
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Not What They Thought Beneath a cloudy midnight sky, A deeper sort of dark. Upon the air a cop’pry scent, Drifts slowly ‘cross the park. Through thinning clouds a wat’ry light, Sifts faintly through the trees. A shout, a shot, a bestial shape, Now topples to it’s knees. Not far away in these same woods,…
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Music Is… The notes and words go flowing by, Some let us ride along. And for a time, once in a while, We find a favourite song. But faithless hearts and fickle ears, All ensure that will change. They tempt us then and captivate, With tunes both new and strange. A beat that’s new, no…
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Overcoming The Noise. I cannot think, I cannot hear, The voices in my head. They try to speak and to be heard, Don’t know just what they said. There’s poetry that I can’t hear, It’s lost in all this noise. The words are lost beyond recall, l’ve lost so many joys. Voices within and more…
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The Lies Myself Tells Me I fear the time has come I said, As I sat there alone. I found that I agreed with me, Been too long on my own. I used to argue with myself, Don’t bother any more. The fact is I’ve learned to my grief, I am a dreadful bore. But…
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When I was a kid, my brother Jack spent countless hours winding me up with ghost stories. He took a perverse delight in terrifying me. We had no hydro or TV and the nearest neighbor was miles away. I guess I was his entertainment. He had a knack for turning the most mundane thing into…
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Reading some Poe earlier lent tonights verse a more macabre air. Infidelity, vengeance and remorse…. Enjoy! Ghost of a Romance You come to me, you cling to me, You beg what I can’t give. You shade, you fade, oh spectre rude, I can’t help you to live. You shriek, beseech, and weep at me, You…
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My Dad and I didn’t always see eye to eye. But despite that, we never gave up on each other. Keeping those lines of communication open gave us the chance to grow and change and grow together. This poem is for my Father, Thank You So Father’s Day Rolls ’round again, I want to thank…
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For those who thought I might be done with poetry…. that will probably never be the case. Tonights verse is courtesy of the wilderness is my backyard. It got to the point my dog didn’t have room to go out to go pee. So Lynn and I got busy and reclaimed part of it for…
Brain Bits To Go 