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For Vincent
Sundays remind me of you Your back to the world As you stood in the kitchen Eyebrows frowning, shoulders hunched Focussed on creating An exquisite curry In that tiny kitchen Shared by 3 families While the world thought We were swimming in wealth There you were Trying your best Working your hardest So we could…
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Uninvited
The lump in my throat Is an uninvited guest To a pity party of one It has gatecrashed an otherwise stoic existence And brought along with it Strings attached To copious tears that stick to the brims Of eyelids that Work furiously Pushing back Holding fort Like dams Steadfast against an inevitable flood Of gushing…
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Hope
Unbridled hope is a kindness To a foolish heart in love. For Reason brings with Her Discouragement and Caution. To love with reckless abandonment Would mean not to know Nor to care About the price to be paid Or battles to be fought For to love and defend so completely Would leave no room For…
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To the name
Shy stolen glances Hesitant smiles uncertain moves The traditional wrestling the primal Into conformance Thousands of years of heritage Behind those almond eyes Arched dark eyebrows Waiting to be kissed To be felt with trembling fingers Forbidden fruit..yet achingly within reach Worried shoulders holding steadfastly On to strong tired arms A calmness that lulls all…
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This part of me
You cannot touch this part of me For it is mine and mine alone To admire fear hate and envy Mine alone to loathe and despise To pick at each wound and scab Secretly with no fears Of being told I am insane, untethered Secretly without the worry Of repercussions And staring eyes This part…
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Bittersweet
It comes to me As I lay down Giving in reluctantly To the soft whispers of sleep Into colourful dreams Of places and sights I have not yet seen Of tastes and smells I have yet to experience It creeps upon me With stealth – a twinge of fear A reminder Of things i do…
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Misfit
I yearn to see That which they seem to see With such ease and wonder To feel the joys they find In the simple pleasantries of life Pleasantries that evoke such happiness Such strong emotion – such strong connection Yet strive as I might With every fibre of my being I feel it not Not…
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What Remained
All words were spoken All gestures made and then made again Silent pauses, drumming fingers,tearful pleadings Played their part Grumpy stares, dagger eyes, pursed lips All in the hope that push would come to shove When all was said When all was done What remained was nought What remained was not To be put back…
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Foretold
She turned up Everyday. Today Went though the grind Pushed out, bent over knelt down Scraped scrounged lay prone And yet Her fate lines were etched in stone Indelible, Irrevocable, non-negotiable No matter her grinding away Furious, determined. No matter her scratching away. Broken fingernails. Exhausted. Yet every original etching replaced With cruelty and certainty…
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