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consider the plight of others!

DON THE BRIEF

If you listen I will tell you exactly what you get
Let me tell you slowly so that you wont forget
If you were to cross the Godfather with a legal man

My tears ran like autumn rain
When cupids love was slain
In my heart there was only pain
I turn my back upon the world

My world was shattered
When I lost all that mattered

Other eyes have looked
Other hands have touched
The memories of my life
Intrinsic mementoes
Discarded like dross
The floor like a storm swept beach
Cables hang from
Invisible technology

There is a storm brewing.
In my mind I hear the wild roar of the wind,
The waves crash upon the shore,
The shouts of the unsuspecting.

The air is heavy.

It is only in Autumn that the world is on fire
A blanket of golden flames,
Wrapping the streets in their warmth,
Whispering goodnight before the cold darkness that lies waiting.

What is a dream?
A hope?
An aspiration?
So what do I dream about?
What do I want?

I dream of beauty,
Of soft skin and golden hair,
Of being what others want,
What others are.

Why did you do this to me baby?
Why?
I saw you and everything was fine,
You gave me no warning,
You gave me no sign.
A year.
It's been a year.
Thats how long you wanted me.
You chased me.

Smooth lips concupiscent curves
Nestled within an inner body
Musky tingle of electric nerves
As forked fingers shear scalps

By
Patrick Mackeown
http://www.bookscape.co.uk/poems/index.php

My most significant departure was from the womb, I suppose.

One is about my father, one is about my mother

My mother had a nervous breakdown trying to fit round tomatoes into square sandwiches

Two blondes walk into a building, you would have thought one of them would have seen it!!!

The psychology of the self explored.

A little inspiration for people who are afraid of something "bigger" than they are. Remember to stand your ground.

I am continually growing,
So warm and snug,
Surrounded by water,
With her heart above,
Its quiet in here all by myself,
Just floating around with nobody else,

If some one asks my sign,
Write the color of myrtle!
On my body,
Write my name as beauty!

Off and on… the moon remains all round me
Off and on…the evening remains all round me!

Grandmother

linked Haiku...now more a waka!

A poem based on some of my writing experiences.