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Dreamtime
I had a dream and you were there; I didn’t feel love, but I did feel scared. Oh so watchful by your guarded gaze; it was not love that kissed the days. I am a fool! For all these years, you don’t...
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Child Within
I see the child within you, with your boyish short fair hair. I hold my arms out to you I want to show I care. They may have left you broken, bewildered and abused, but I will never...
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Tears
I don’t understand this situation, too complex in secretive layers, hidden in depths of memories, memories we do not share. You do not want me, you don’t let me go. I cannot read you, you blow hot and...
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Bitter Sweet, Bitter Suite
Bitter sweet, bitter Suite, you break my heart again. I gently hold you in my arms try not to cause you pain. This sweetness to be with you, to see your face once more; to cherish just one last...
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Ego
I’ve taken my ego out of its box. I’ve taken it out, and brushed it off. I’m wearing it for Sunday best; multi-coloured - like Joe’s vest. My ego today Is regal and bold; given its colour It would...
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Buddha Day
In celebration of Buddha Day. Dedicated to Resting in Awareness – www.restinginawareness.com Buddha mind Burning bright Searing serenity Luminous light. Buddha eyes Warrior’s way...
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The Steel Snowdrop
This image was selected as a picture of the week on the Czech Wikipedia for th week, 2007. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) I am a contradiction! Damaged and fragile, a smashed up china doll. Introvert and...
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Add Me
I am off (again!) on my jollies for one week. Please feel free to connect to my facebook page by clicking the ‘like’ button (on the facebook page!). This will keep you updated with all my new poems!...
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Day of the Dead
Church (Photo credit: Balaji.B) I cry to the universe - You decide! Should I live, or should I die? It gives me an answer, I can’t ignore; so I pick up my pen, and write some more. With...
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The Irresponsible Lotus
The irresponsible lotus, refused to flourish or bloom, stuck his head right in the mud, and waited, for monsoon. He wallowed and protested, Ostrich like – he did! Regressed, decayed, and...
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