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Without
I have often wondered what it is like to live without faith. While some do so with ease, I would struggle to live without the hope of a certain future. Without life, love and hope - Dread, Darkness,...
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memory bag
True love, when discovered, is a marvelous thing. I wrote this for my wife, Yolanda. by my side you breathe – the comfort of your sighs, the knowledge of your presence in my life:...
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Twinge of conscience
Sometimes we give just so that our guilt subsides. Living in a comfort zone a penny here a penny there a penny in a tin All for our own sake Not for anything, but ourselves To keep our emotions Under...
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Personal grief, Public property
I remember the day vividly when I called my father from the Leeds bus station to hear that he had only months (it turned out to be one) left to live. The telephone call that day confirmed what I had...
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93
I am an English teacher. Last term our students were required to write a 93 word essay in celebration of Mandela Day (he is 93 years old). I thought I would take up the same challenge, under the same...
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I thought it would last
When one enters a new season in one’s life, there are many sad things. The saddest of these for me is the number of friendships that have suffered as a result of my new season. This poem, a collection...
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Chimera
Not that depraved but maybe just a taste the spiral starts then spinning, hurtles, helter skelter down and around and around and down and then some, she runs amok. ’til heaven seems so distant out of...
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I’m [in]Authentic
It doesn’t take much to bare one’s soul. but it it’s difficult and risky. The distance from your hand to mine is hardly a chasm. but the comfort of my pocket is in its warmth. Our eyes might meet but...
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don’t insult me with your mediocrity: your fence-sitting, halfhearted ways, bereft of energy. it makes me sick. within you beats passion but you sell yourself short in fury, i spit in the eye of your...
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Oh, God!
Oh, God! There is a stirring in my soul: rebellion against the man made in the God-made. A wrestling. Arm entwined with arm and leg versus leg and body pressed to body, A to and fro affair of restless...
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