Tag Archives: National Poetry Writing Month

Know you are utterly, perfect

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Are you a slave to routine?

Or a slave to your mind?

Or a slave to the fears

That now riddle mankind?

 

Those invisible shackles

Are locked only by thought

Fictitious, limiting beliefs

Of which many are taught

 

Surrender takes courage

A lengthening of stride

A desire to be better

To encompass, not divide

 

Are you only counting days

Of a life, to get through?

Anxiety pandemic

Acquiring more, a virtue

 

Wake up from your sleep!

Seize the present; it’s a gift

Know you are utterly, perfect

Then start to heal your own rift

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If I was in charge

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If I was in charge

I’d peel back the layers

Dispelling the lies

Fed to us, the taxpayers

 

If I was in charge

I’d lift up the veil

Revealing the truth

Every sordid detail

 

If I was in charge

Every child would be fed

Consolidating resources

The wealth would be spread

 

If I was in charge

I’d dismantle hierarchy

Making all of us equal

Create a social autarchy

 

If I was in charge

I’d hold everyone accountable

To be part of the change

All problems surmountable

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Charlie

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He looked up as she walked

Across the wet grass

Acknowledging her presence

With a loyal gravitas

 

Gently nuzzling her pockets

As she haltered his head

Excitedly, anticipating

The food he’d be fed

 

Playfully throwing his head

Trotting next to her heel

Their pure, honest bond

The equine reveal

 

Without touch, with intent

They whisper their thoughts

A submissive interaction

That releases and supports

 

Moving together as one

They dance with the rope

Unconsciously connecting

They spiritually elope

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Disturbed sleep

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You forced your way

Into my sleep

Turning reality

On its head

Making light

Of the dark pain

Her belly swelling

With my dreams

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“Do you know…?”

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“Do you know what I think?”

No my friend,

Does it iron out the kink?

 

“Do you know what I would do?”

No my friend,

Go on, give me a clue…

 

“Do you know what I would say?”

No my friend,

Would you call it a day?

 

“Do you know who I would tell?”

No my friend,

But how would that quell?

 

“Do you know what I suggest?”

No my friend,

Are you really so blessed?

 

“Do you know how I would act?”

No my friend,

Is it so matter-of-fact?

 

“Do you know what’s being said?”

No my friend,

What light can you shed?

 

“Do you know where you should go?”

No my friend,

I’ll just go with the flow

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Pockets of sunshine

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Hands pushed deep

Into the rain mac of Spring

Small pockets of sunshine

Thaw cold, tired hands

Within soft, familiar linings

 

Spare warm change

Loose, amongst used tissues

Crumpled with old receipts

Of promises and dreams

Now out of date

 

A spare key to your heart

Familiar by touch

Returned, unwanted

A reminder of what was

The locks now changed

 

Bits of fluff from the past

Cling like velcro

To an old chocolate wrapper

Sticky from saccharin promises

Of empty, sweet fulfilment

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