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The time at allpoetry has been fun but November my gold runs out and so do I, but I will be around to chat and read all my wonderful friends.

 

 

 

i am still and always will be cannonsfire

 

 

one final word

when did my voice become so small

just this morning i shouted

two dogs digging a bone

my front yard- i like my weeds

they're green

 

not one critter stirred

continuing, oblivious

to the half clothed

semi mutant and mad woman

through double glazed glass

 

so i thought about this world

how little i'd achieved

what i'd remember about me

 

again that whisper came to me

'it's not enough'

 

would someone replace me

be brave enough, take a risk

step onto frontiers

with washed out cheeks

blow it out their mouth

not their ears, as i did- do

 

or will the hush of field mice reign

ignominious, fat grey balls

curled into tighter holes

leaving imagination to rot like cheese

 

for every edict i have response

for rules i have a breaking point

for freedom i have non specific love

 

specificity breeds pigeons

and i'll be damned if i don't

shit all over compromise and conformity

 

i love without restrictions

i believe without reservations

i hope without constraints

 

i am but one voice

never loud enough

 

somewhere

someone listens

 

for that i am grateful

 

letting poetry speak the silence

my voice never learnt

 

 

 

me at Via Rodeo, California

 

 

 

 fortyninereasons, me, Gerry Adams (president Sinn Fein) Lady Ireland

Milltown Cemetery, Belfast - Easter Sunday, 2009

 

 

 

Me at the Europa Hotel, Belfast 

 

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'love is a temple

 love the higher law'

One by Bono

 

 are the details in the fabric the things that make you panic

know your name and go your own way

details in the fabric by Jason Mraz 

 

Me in Washington DC, World War II Memorial

 

 

My journals

 

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me at Lake Superior, Duluth, Minnesota

 

'I don't care what is written about me, as long as it isn't true' - Dorothy Parker