second chance
By anipani
more of the same. mainly journal poems.
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Tribute to Kew
When its's good, it's very,very good.
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First Connections – or on how not to make that first phone call after managing to blag a telephone number the night before
not a competition entry, just for fun!
A dog's life
‘Pleasure is the absence of pain’ I tell him, and comma-like, his presence comforts me.
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After a visit to vincent
Look to Seneca and Rumi, and then, turn to your heart,
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Anthem to Radiohead
Got to listen to Radiohead, it may help!
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Because I can’t talk (to you)
Words are where I am, so now your hurricane of mere language has blown me right out of sight. Out of range.
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Boundaries of space, time, and evolution
A different voice from my usual, after getting hooked into Dawkins.(unweaving the Rainbow)
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Bronze baby
Walsall gallery 1993, an encounter with a beautiful bronze head
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companions
Zubaran, and Seneca i like the way you go together. Stay with me. You are welcome here. Vision of timelessness, i eat from the same table as you, Zubaran, with lemons ,and basket
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Consequences
Some are more discerning than others.
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Declarations of love
Wake half -hour early, for eldest son to rally; neither of us are larks. Bake the baguette he’ll eat for lunch, having remembered to remove tikka from freezer the night before.
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In the park with Van Morrison
The dog is ecstatic, joining me in appreciation of Van's fiery vision bright
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Interference
you could tell he was a real farmer, he had a dog and a patterned carpet. that's one way of knowing i thought, bewildered by the arrogance of youth. (though there was never
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it's a matter of taste.
only words, and words can't hurt, can they?
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missing you
Bit more to it than you may think at first glance.
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tie me down
Tie me down, I want to be tied down, grounded with your weight,I don't want to be blown away, like thistledown hither and thither, floating into an abyss. Tie me down.
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tears, no tears
I want to be brave like you, wanting to live never forgettting how to pitch your weight against the day.
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living together
I stop myself from digging a hole and falling in. We've been this way before, and I can never win. (In your mind.) You bully;but ( with a heart),you'd hate to think
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toxic girl
written in revenge of an attack by the ex wife of my husband. Teh power of failed love, the power of failed expectations, the sadness of life.
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There are others like me, clinging
not that uplifting, but suits my mood.
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Upon the usefulness of time
I kill time, as bakers swat flies, I murder minutes , without a moment's remorse.
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First Emperor of China, the man, not the Divine.
Leaders of men, I query what motives they have.This poem came from watching a documentary which provoked an interest in the guy who orderedt he terracotta army.
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Warm hands
imagined lives, different ways of being me.
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Dog walking with Van Morrison
Rewrite, reliving a moment of transendence, i love 'em!
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Fragility of living, and the fear of not.
Always slightly scared, always slightly anxious.
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Waiting for you.
I know I am missing you all the time; not in your absences, but all the time. Because I am clocking the countless ways I used to think of you, when you were not here.
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Your love.
I am naked under your gaze, lovely, to you, and newly, to me, true. Being you; effortless, makes me more than before. And less, the spaces in between as critical to form and meaning.
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Park benches and red dresses
memory and decrepitude. all in one little poem!!1
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Time means nothing here
When time collapses on itself, and now and then co-exist.
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Doorbell, and the reassuring presence of Socrates
The doorbell tones vary, stray electrical impulses share the airwaves, create impressions of a visitor, who isn’t there. False connections spark impulses tripping tunes into play.
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Light and shade
Short treatise on light, and its effects.
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Life or death
Living life to the full, do we ever?
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The Boss (I.P)
I am neither Boss , nor Male, and this is tongue in cheek for the I.P. You might like to think it's a cliche. I wish.
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For Dorothy, a birthday, and a reflection.
Time marches on, and so do we. Happy Birthday to a good friend.
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Moonstruck
Cloud trails part obscure, temporarily the whole from view. Why does moon say so much? Articulate silently, heart rushes of you? Bound to earth, suspended artfully, unseen wires vibrate
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First times
‘What did she say’ -Father ‘‘ I like pink’ -Mother ‘What did you say I said’- Girl ‘I like pink’ -Mother ‘I‘m not going to live with you any more’.- Girl
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In time, and place.
Time locked down, moved on was gone elsewhere. Here I was still; silenced, petrified.
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Proof of inheritance
Someone said the past is a foreign country, but for me it was a universe away, spinning in a different galaxy.
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In Memory of Stanley Kunitz
‘Desire and desire and desire’- his hand me down, a way to live, a tinderbox to ignite others fire.
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For Robert
Tender is the heart, but silk is the strongest thread; so hearts do withstand the pull and push, the thrust.
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