Awakening

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Pit of Falling

Life

Pit of Falling

The walls
has many ledges
Always dry
A ladder touching the air
Yet
Every...

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To Tell A Tale

To Tell A Tale

It delivers its sequence of thought,
through the imagery that illustrates the mind.
Emotion...

Poem -

Over This Rainbow

You know the tune...

Over This Rainbow

Over This Rainbow

Somewhere over this rainbow
We survive
No more virus or lockdown...

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A River Has Many Crossings

Life

A River Has Many Crossings

To gaze upon the distant bank,
Insecure in self belief,
Inevitable failure, the familiar cry...

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Trickery

Oh the mind , what tricks it plays!
has one remembering the yesterdays.
Where have they gone...

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A Moon Blackened...

A Moon Blackened...

Like a purse, the sky opens,
Stars in the night, sparkle,
Forbidden tales whispered from a...

Poem -

How to cure the cogs ?

How to cure the cogs ?

I ask the question to myself whilst lying on my bed
“Why on earth does my thoughts keep on thinking...

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My timelessness of time

My timelessness of time

As I drifted in and out of sleep I saw and counted loads of sheep
They grazed upon the meadow dew...

Poem -

Blind Man

(Looking for producer..or buyer .im writer not a performer)

Blind Man

Remember what you had when you were all alone
An open book without a look
you start at page...

Poem -

New World

This world is easy. And uneasy at the same time. Dangerous and manipulative. When also loving and embracing...

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A positive pathway

A positive pathway

Could I close my eyes in darkness ?
Should I doze off amidst my dreams
Would it carry me far...

Poem -

Just Wait

A Coronavirus poem

Just Wait

Just Wait by Amy Breen, Dublin 8
All we are asked to do is to Wait,
Just Wait…..
Even...

Poem -

Make it Happen

Time

Make it Happen

Here in your path is the endless fortune of time
You have been given this opening of opportunity...

Poem -

TIME TO MOVE ON


I remember the days when our vision was a haze
When we breathed in air, that just didn’t...

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Always envious of gifted...

Always envious of gifted individuals with neat hand printing/writing

Gnome hatter heroic measures taken
moost ludicrously asinine,
nonetheless hoop fully
...

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Self quarantined...

Self quarantined misanthrope pitched into purgatory wham!

Ably cane resign eternal damnation (mine)
courtesy devil specially engraved telegram
...