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“Be at one with the night,” my grandpa often said, but I’d cry for my mum in the darkness instead.
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The sand was warm beneath her feet although the day was cold,by ScotsLass 23 lines, 10 comments, on Aug 9 4:11 PM 2007
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Oh yes I can! Be still old man, -
He lay dormant,
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I visited the doctor for my standard routine check
They told me he was busy, so I figured what the heck -
What cure is there for such dismay?
How does one chase the blues away? -
He met her at a nightclub, she'd been scantly dressed in red,
his eyes devoured her body while his mind took her to bed. -
She feels his warmth devour her inner thighs
With ev'ry breath he breathes she feels the heat -
Escape, my love,
beyond the realms -
We walked to the park on the corner,
a cold wind bit at my face and I shivered -
It hasn't been boring
this turbulent sea of want. -
When the wind holds still
momentarily, -
Author Note: This poem was inspired by my friend and fellow poet, -
sticks and stones
a throw away of thought -
She cried, wracked sobs, quite terrified
As lightning lit the skies -
'Stand tall, young soldier', Pa had said
on many a day 'fore he died; -
I love the way grains of tawny sand
compliment the honeyed luster -
As Stanford searched the past of Anne Marie,
his team uncovered N and two more E’s; -
Such love for the crocodile
When I think of you -
And so we work our lives away
complaining of normality,by ScotsLass 45 lines, 15 comments, on Aug 25 6:16 AM 2006 -
Be still old moon, let free your calming voice
fall from the velvet darkness of your night -
Oh butterflies have mercy, won't you please?
Upon my soul set free a calming breeze -
cold rain falls in sheets
the wind blows against the cobweb -
I breathed quietly absorbing the air
As soft serenity breezed through my hair -
For three weeks solid CSI dug through
remains of bodies searching for a clue, -
Amidst the smell of death he asked her why,
she gave the softest, satisfactory sigh. -
They found them, every one of twenty five,
the last had been her will to stay alive, -
He'd bled a stream of red across the sand,
his eyes-- a pleading mass-- stared at her hand, -
To all intents and purposes was she
One favoured slice of our humanity -
Excitement stirred within my stomach when
he came towards me slowly, but with charm; -
Above the rapid falls I stand,
listening to finality's sweet song -
Cardiac arrest-ed
Doomed to take the fall -
Do not cry for me, my dear…
My last wish is for you to
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