Cherry

Farewell to my Muse ...

I am now empty I am … Yin without Yang Strawberries without cream Love without hate Simon without Garfunkle For … Late last night I caught my Muse packing his bags I pleaded
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Pops

We buried Pops in his Sunday Best On that wet November morn I stood there in MY Sunday Best Shattered Tattered Torn “Private Viewing” an hour before

my mind has gone - or - has yours too

twas it the the night before christmas when all through the house, ran a mad man on vodka, screaming my name is not klaus, picking up half an orange from a big jellied eel,

hearts that bleed - or - does anyone care?

a sadness grips my heart tight fisted, locked in my eyes a fear deep and twisted, never before have i felt so unwhole, not the spark of a smile can i muster or cojole,

The general election.

The general election fast approach, reelin lies, The political jellyfish elite, pretend to have spines, For a short period, no vague indifference, the illusion of ties

Monday Sonnet: On clothes

Written when a friend commissioned a poem on clothes. Enjoy!
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City of Secrets Chapter 4

The next chapter of City of Secrets. The plot thickens and my need for comments grows.

EXILE

EXILE Do we have to leave? Is it physical or mental? Mental separation From our roots Forced or self-imposed Shut ourselves from loved ones Families and friends Neighbours or communities

BEYOND THE GRAVE (2)

BEYOND THE GRAVE (2) Nice to meet you, he said Had no chance to talk to you Before I died Now that we are out of sight We can listen to what People say about us

Conversations Beyond The Grave ( 1 )

BEYOND THE GRAVE ( 1 ) There was a terrible car crash A crowd gathered Tried to save the people inside But failed The driver and an official At the back had died The pocket of the official

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