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26 Dec 2012

Old Birdman

Old Birdman sits and stares

Squinting in the sun

The sparrows eagerly await the moment

when he

Opens the white paper bag

placed upon his lap

They know him now

and his eating habits.

 

The bag rustles

He looks inside

No smile lights his face

as he takes out

the sandwich

Which he will share

 

They gather around his feet

never coming too close

awaiting the moment

he eats and drops the crumbs

He watches the pigeons on the grass

fed fat from passers-by

He hopes they stay where they are

and not chase his sparrows away.

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07 Dec 2012

Winter

Old, tall silver-sided Sycamore tree

Silhouette against the grey winter sky

Leaves fallen, now gone

No sign your summer ever existed

In this cold December air

No sign my summer ever existed

Gone.  Another year passing.

The longing for spring is already upon me

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03 Oct 2012
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The Road

I wandered listless but restless.

I walked in the shadows, defenceless.

I wandered thinking, without knowing.

My soul in pain, my self-doubt growing.

 

I lost my way, though the way was marked.

So I waited at the crossroads, wishing I’d asked

What do I do? How? What shall I give?

To find the way home; distant, elusive.

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18 Sep 2012
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Empty

I’m not a poet, and I rarely rhyme but today is different.

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A harsh word slipped and fell today

Between two friends

No further words exchanged this day

No way to make amends

I hoped to catch a glance or maybe

The return of a friendly smile

Instead my day empty remained

My evening too, defiled

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03 Sep 2012
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Forgive

I walked over the broken earth

of a broken life

I swam through the stream clear,

a stream of tears

I fell twisted and scarred

into your arms, once again.

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29 Jul 2012
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Pure

White thoughts;

untainted,

untwisted,

untorn.

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11 Jul 2012

I

Under a yellow, sickening sky did I

Come from above, where once I

Led a strong legion, all powerful but I

Wanted more, much more so I

Employed temptation, persuasion for I

Used a woman to get at man and I

Have been ever present , beside you, I

Wanted followers too, however I

Misjudged your faith, I misjudged you.

 

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10 Jul 2012

Green

Green; the leaves on the trees no longer fresh from spring.

Spring, now past.  The grass beneath my bare feet in the morning dew.

Dew; a million tiny drops of water, my feet wet and cool in the morning.

Dawning, the sun is rising, to evaporate the dew.  Grass turns brown.

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20 Jun 2012
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Tea Soup

A cup of tea

Yorkshire tea, aye

Will become a soup

If left to lie

 

If left to lie

Cool down, stagnate

No more my thirst

Shall it slake

 

On the balcony

It was left to lie

Whilst between jobs

Did I

 

Go to an fro

As a bee

And forget about

My cup of tea

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