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“remnants”
and the remnants
of a poet
sit at the bottom
of my garden
among the weeds
between the compost heap
the rusting wheelbarrow
and decaying leaves
but still he writes
and the remnants
of a poet
are squashed at the end
of my drive
between the wheely bins
and the recycle boxes
full of plastic
and tin
and so many once full
wine bottles
but still he writes
and the remnants
of a poet
lie among graves
in the cemetery
I walk through
on my way to and from work
resting among
the decaying
bouquets of flowers
and rotting teddy bears
left for people long since forgotten
now just names and dates
on tombstones
but still he writes
and the remnants
of a poet
are where he belongs
among the trash
and the decay
among the misery
of all those things
forgotten
just wasting away
like life itself
now being recycled
into the words
that he still writes
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Easter Sunday roast beef dinner with all the trimmings 👌😋
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while ever he
suffers and thinks
a poet will never
run out of ink
he has all
he needs
as his words
he bleeds
———-
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I think there comes a moment in life where you realise the most important things are time, adventure and loved ones. I feel so blessed to have reached that moment with hopefully enough time left to experience the adventures and share them with loved ones.
May you all be blessed enough to get to the same place ❤️
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“fix me”
please will you fix me
as can’t you see
I’m broken
by words spoken
more so by those words
thought but never heard
things that you didn’t say
cutting every single tesserae
each absent smile
glazing every tile
of my life’s miserable mosaic
but have you got what it takes
to build me a life picture
that isn’t mere conjecture
can you fix me
or is my future just misery
destined to be pieces
searching for release
from this constant change
in a life daily rearranged
so I’m asking
can you fix me forever
putting me back together
taking the threads of my calamity
to weave my life’s tapestry
where even if it wasn’t a ball
it’ll be there to be viewed by all
but
I think you’ll just leave me in bits
saying accept this is it
that the only time I’ll be whole
is when in that six foot hole
but I’ve become perplexed
that only by death I’m fixed
but surely you
can mend my wounds
before by time I’m consumed?
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“sing to me”
.
.
darling
sing to me
sing me a melody
in the rhythm that is
you and me
play me a tune
under the softest moon
as your fingers tickle
the smooth ivory
in the key
of our destiny
love always to remain
pulsing through
our veins
darling
please come play
my heart strings
recalling
all those things
in clefs and notes
that we knew
but never wrote
yes come sing me a song
sing it to me
in a lover’s tongue
through nights so long
many a cadence
to arouse my every sense
darling
please sing me a song
sing it in silence
so I hear the resonance
of your heart’s beat
my life’s only
drumbeat
you and me
the purest harmony
sing to me
of true love’s ways
for the rest
of our days
a blissful timbre
never to be somber
darling
sing to me
that you’ll be forever here
until I no longer hear
the noise of the world
as your words unfurl
darling please
come sing to me
sing me
the sweetest lullaby
sing it to me
until the day
I die
@which-craft-me
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“fix me”
please will you fix me
as can’t you see
I’m broken
by words spoken
more so by those words
thought but never heard
things that you didn’t say
cutting every single tesserae
each absent smile
glazing every tile
of my life’s miserable mosaic
but have you got what it takes
to build me a life picture
that isn’t mere conjecture
can you fix me
or is my future just misery
destined to be pieces
searching for release
from this constant change
in a life daily rearranged
so I’m asking
can you fix me forever
putting me back together
taking the threads of my calamity
to weave my life’s tapestry
where even if it wasn’t a ball
it’ll be there to be viewed by all
but
I think you’ll just leave me in bits
saying accept this is it
that the only time I’ll be whole
is when in that six foot hole
but I’ve become perplexed
that only by death I’m fixed
but surely you
can mend my wounds
before by time I’m consumed?
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all my dreams are gone
but you don’t care
cos it makes you happy to watch me
living in this nightmare
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you don’t even listen to my words,
so how could you possibly feel my emotions?
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how come
every night
her face I still see
when I know
it’s been
a long time since
she abandoned
me?
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“waiting for her”
I’m not sure why she left
but my life is now utterly bereft
devoid of any true meaning
the depth of my pain no concealing
and right now all I can do
is sit right here
waiting for her
I sit alone all day and all night long
reciting every line of our favourite songs
recalling all misdemeanours and indiscretions
hurting my forever one was never my intention
so right now all I can do
is sit right here
waiting for her
my life is now just darkness and rain
no light or sun will ever shine on me again
until that day to my life she walks back in
then a wondrous new chapter of our life book begins
but right now all I can do
is sit right here
waiting for her
head bowed, soul destroyed, heart broken
shattered by the departing words that were spoken
now cursed for the rest of my life always to yearn
for that day when she and my happiness return
to others it may seem a forlorn and pointless hope
but they don’t understand without her in my life I just can’t cope
so until my very last breath
until I’m called to my death
the only thing that’s sure
is I’ll stay right here forever
waiting for her
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“love”
is a one word joke
along with
“hope”
through which we all
eventually
choke
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“break up”
.
In my house
I now sit
alone
a place that
once was
our home
you promised
together
forever
but now
it’s just
never
as you’ve
left me
on my
own
Nighlty
I try to sleep
in a bed
too big
for just
me
tossing and turning
scared of what’s
now
to be my
destiny
And
I must’ve have
missed
the four horsemen
of the
apocalypse
as they
slipped
through my mind’s
door
galloping across
anxiety’s
floor
filling our
once happy
room
with dark clouds
of my lonely future’s
gloom
until nightly
they share my
bed
when I’d rather
have you
next to me
instead
Yet
you so easily say
let’s stay
friends
but surely that’s just
delaying the
end
as my anger and hate
simply waits
painfully
hesitates
Then
eventually
it has to go
somewhere
and you’ve said
for me
you no longer
care
so surely
it’s only
fair
that my hate
is a cloak
you must
wear
But
it’s not something
in which I’ll
rejoice
As
when all said & done
it was
only your
choice
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