Gone

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The Wind Cried Mary

For my dear Mum Mary Elizabeth who left without saying goodbye...

The Wind Cried Mary

The wind it
Called her name
And she was gone
But a star...

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The Winner Takes It All

The Winner Takes It All

No white and black
No right or wrong
There was only one winner
And they made it into a...

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The Dinosaur

The Dinosaur

My friend the pterodactyl used to snap at my ears,
tried to get a bit frisky after having a few...

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Father

Father

Father was a man of business
Father was never around for Christmas
Father always held a...

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The Artist

Dead & Gone

The Artist

Morbidly broken.
Unto an end,
Not unlike my own.

Where least,
Nor last;...

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Anagapesis

I dont know when I started looking for you in every crowd.
Or getting butterflies having your scent...

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To Whom It May Concern

-Blank Address-

To Whom It May Concern

Blue ink spilled onto pages with hopes unknown
In your pages my soul has been set free
This...

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Air

Air

Sometimes when someone leaves
they leave a hole.
a big gaping void,
of where they used...

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HE WOULD BE EIGHTY TODAY

Mister Lennon would have been eighty today
A crazed gunman took his life unfortunately away
...

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THREE PEAS IN A POD

Three peas in a pod were a fine looking bean
A shiny outer layer and a beautiful green
These...

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Terminal Cancer

The Inevitable End

Cancer it breaks Cancer it takes,
It erodes and corrodes body and soul,
Lingers takes a hold...

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Catching The Sunlight

Catching The Sunlight

My friend swung in the sunlight - the hammock swayed,
for three months his destiny had been nicely...

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The Wind Whispered

The Wind Whispered

Softly, mournfully, icily it moves,
sweeping the leaves away, like
discarded, forgotten...

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Flower seven?

Flower seven?

It's suddenly cold , waiting at the bus station all alone,
Would feel like a loser, but my emotional...

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NIXON'S OF ABBEY STREET

Situated at the bottom of an industrial street
A shop selling jeans that couldn't be beat
...

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The Dodo

The Dodo

I'm extinct, but I left my mark on the ground,
in fact, I even left this Earth without a sound;...

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Dithering with hesitation...

Dithering with hesitation on brink of abysmal precipice

Infinite pitch black void zooms,
I vacillate to pitch headlong (head over heels)
where...