Where Do Fireflies Go To Die?
My tears used to wake me from a delay unduly prolonged
Your smiles used to hurt me for their beauty my heart dethroned
This love had locked me up and threw away the key
And mile upon mile of wishful thinking pushed you further away from me
I looked into the mirror and found the devil I danced with was me
And the fireflies that once lit our canopy are also no longer free
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Darkness Uncovers
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Belying this despised state
you hunch upon shuffling feet,
pondering the crunch of browned leaves.
Burrowing this dusty soil
you hide beneath scurrying paws,
forgetting the crash of billowy waves.
Blowing out raspy breath
you pucker withered lips;
release cotton-downed doves.
Bellowing against the horizon
you herd the flock from grazing;
shackled gates embrace nightfall.
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For one 'too young' to write a poem
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Candid words are all you need.
A wine bibber's carafe
rainbow colours clarify;
astute ears ratify -
satisfied yawning
suspicion:
inward rivers gush,
undulate to the surface -
sweat thaws frozen brows.
Awkward ripples rouse
unbidden eloquence,
reverberates without escape;
all the while sinking back,
twiddling proverbial digits:
unwritten poems, silted dreams
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Uncovered
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Belying this despised state
you hunch upon shuffling feet,
pondering the crunch of browned leaves.
Burrowing this dusty soil
you hide beneath scurrying paws,
forgetting the crash of billowy waves.
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Uncovered
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Belying this despised state
you hunch upon shuffling feet,
pondering the crunch of browned leaves.
Burrowing this dusty soil
you hide beneath scurrying paws,
forgetting the crash of billowy waves.
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Lulach
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Lulach Mac Gill, may your name
be remembered still
another thousand years -
Freedom's memory fill.
Let clansmens voice
'round the globe arise
Breathe in peace you bought
dear for Moray and Alba's skies.
Law, equality and tolerance
the weak protect
Protectors of these ideals
allow us to elect.
Wield again with deftness
your claidheamh mòr
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Insult to Injury
violent welts form on raising skin
crackled blisters spew invectives
brown curled grass pretend affection
warning label on confection
shut the door on maddening din
fettered brow pegged down with whispers
burnished brass collect intrusion
warranty voided contusion
flush out and swab, dress and bandage
splint and cast - immobilise, recuperate
the shuffling of disciplined feet
ward off the pungence of defeat
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Night's Tender Kiss
your northern smile embraces -
shining stars in the dimming sky
sparkles burst and pierce me
such brightness lightens my load
another day closes, sun sleeps
another night begins, stars keep
a hope of us together one day
across an ocean - now divides us
steps hasten screen door bangs
my chin lifts, eyes peering deep
this night is your day my sweet
slumber with fondest thoughts
our souls' yearning tendrils enlace.
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Friends Forever Covenant
Friends have their humble beginnings
And sometimes friendships have their end.
Let us build a world of meaning;
Together seek each rainbow's end.
We're meant to always be happy
And to be sad for but a while;
We are meant to share God's glory
And to live-out life with a smile.
You'd never need to outgrow me
Or to leave our friendship behind.
I pray there be new beginnings:
A deeper love each day to find.
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Restless
Is remorse a prison to the soul
the sole utterance of reproach
that if not to myself be True
the possible best in life accrue
what if regret creeps on the morning
a thief stalking the shadow of dawn
(re) fresh from bare motive drawing
crystal arteries of a day that is new
or shall we allow the mind meander
let it's 'work' find itself crowning
there in its core uncover simplicity
strip away a mournful state of heart
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