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Threnody
Do not grieve when I am gone, I would not want it so. Plant both feet firm in life’s joy, and let my spirit go. Take Mother Earth and dance with her, and pass the day with Father Time, for when you...
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Night Star
When you left, you took us all with you, the old, the young, the Saints and the Sinners. A gaping chasm, left in your wake. Three decades of grief, the tides of loss, your fall from grace, as you...
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Mother Came to Stay
It’s been ten years long, since you passed away, and then you decided, you’d come to stay. I was shocked, when I saw you; you know, I adore you. You never announced, you’d...
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The Waiting Game
I am waiting for my turn. Playing the game, forever stuck. Do not pass GO, do not collect £200. I am waiting to see the blue Angel, to battle the red square, stroll down Park Lane and stay a while…...
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What If?
Another day, another dollar, washing pots, preventing squalor. Mundane tasks, day in, day out, the meaning of life, what’s it all about? She takes the knife from the dishwasher rack, and dries it...
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My Boy
That is my boy. The one you shot, the one you smote, the Bactrian one whose back you broke. That is my boy. The one you left for dead in a cell, who jerked and seized, you thought he signed...
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Natural Order
Remembering my cousin. How can it be? When it is not natural. Not this way, from the blind side. How can it be? Order? When it is out of order, out of the ordinary, extra ordinary. You...
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Vanessa
Oh Vanessa, Vanessa, where do you get off? with your dark overlord poetry, another trendy hip goth. Vampiric feasting from honest dark grief, poetic death porn, for your gratuitous...
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We Three
I originally wrote this poem for a project I am working on at the moment. Last week I found out a good friend had passed away, and this poem seemed a fitting tribute to a gentle, kind, and dear friend....
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I Am Doing This For You
I remember you… Your tiny frame full of fearlessness, teaching the universe, the ways of the warrior. We met in the church choir; I was eight and you were six. I am white and you were black, already...
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