Category: Poetry
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Cork on the Water
* I will be OK. * I’ll pop up like a cork on the water. Try it Press me down, No matter how long,And see. * I will be back. * Unhurt? No way Humiliated? Perhaps But I will be back, Floating, and Moving along * ©HMH, 2023
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Spring Rain
` The copper-beach triad stretches thirsty leaves towards the sky As the rain starts dripping Colours awake and shimmer in the hazy air Blades of grass raise on tiptoe to drink liquid life * A girl walks, laughing towards the dripping greyness As clouds gather and empty their burden On the languishing soil * Little…
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Goldcrest
` Is it possible that something this tiny can fly? Yellow and green With hollow bones to reduce weight This feathered miracle ends his flight Between the paws of an excited cat. Braced for his thrill the meowing ogre Starts to play with his prey but Someone must thwart his lust * It is hard…
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Almost-spring
* With a push and a shove, the wind lifted you And sat you down in another reality. * Blue skies and a Gibbous waxing moon watched from above. * Wind waves swirled From every corner of the compass Swashbuckling Rumbustious Clearing your head of old fog. * New life and green sprouts grew from…
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Autumnal Reverie
Sweetly fragrant, white roses Defy the twilit afternoon. Beautyberries set purple accents Though their leaves have gone to ground. Firethorn and autumnal trees sparkle Orange, red, and Golden Along bent, narrow streets * A lost seagull pines for succour That won’t come. Survive at your peril. A challenge for every bird Every creature: To live…
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Spring Morning
* Cool and watery the sun rises * Is there a change in the air? Tentative vapour wafts over the field And reveals green hue floating over damp soil * Will aconites and daffodils Open their eyes to look at a new world? * Wish that it be true. * Soon the lark will rise…
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Making the Rounds
~ Let us to war then. To siege and assault! Although we proclaim it is nobody’s fault We declare with conviction We will soon come to blows: In war as in love, just anything goes. * We love the victorious but practise fierce combat And quickly start over, with someone to pick at. In love…
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Phantasm
* A little room A cage with walls that collapse on you. Your terror and confusion That trembling moment Your voice is breaking Your cries unheard Your dancing heart will still Forever A locked-down phase Unnatural and rushed * Forget-me-not A poor neglected bud Forgotten and lost * Let your fervour Mirror your eyes Strong…
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Manifestation
* I don’t know your face. I don’t know your name. Yet, while centuries part us You touch my soul. * Stardust and sand Pulse with the echoes Of long forgotten Songs Long forgotten Grief * Why don’t I remember? Why can’t you Illuminate A memory A pulse Beating Beating Slow and Alluring Feeding my…
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August Designer
*** Was it premonition Or artistic transgression that Made him paint his future wife as Iseult? The assault on her senses could have forced the result. * Did he want a foreseeable quintessence? * Perhaps the intention, barely apt Gave her a wished for, natural route To make an elusive and feisty conclusion. A…