Time never used to roar
It always seemed to snore
Tick-tock… tick-tock… went the ol’ grandfather clock
Just like an antilope
Now no more and because of that I no longer cope
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Recent Poems
- Barking-UP the Right tree Immediately. Thru The Looking-Glass Of Their MindEntirely. Like bAlAnCiNg Actuality
- Perfect Timing.
- A perfect StOrm oF InConSequential Evidence
- Onwards and upwards
- When their enemies HuMoUr Doth Protest Too Much
- A Photocopied Version Of the Same Person
- “When their PiercingPersonalitiesCatchQuantifiable f-IR€(….!!!)” Sick of being Encyclopaedic for now
- A Nail In The Grave. Called Creation.
- -Bite your lip and bite the dust, please.
- Stifled S*******.
- There’s A History In That Scar. “as we watch them dRAG themselves back.” The Art of silencing a tIcKinGMInDBomB inside.
- Topping The Bill And Failing To Boast About It Anymore
- To Sweep It Under The Rug Is To Simply Say: “that we’ve been trying like WiLdFiRe.”
- Raising the rAreSt Of Stakes
- Sycamore bird AtNite. nocturnal Flight And With Passion Between His Wings
- 😃
- Sitting with Silence. Part… … … a million
- Messing with mOmEnTuM: asking their tragedy to understand itself:: kindly, Heck(..) q-u-i-e-t-l-y, “if it can.”
- “Pass the pArCeL And Make It Magnificent, Please.”
- -.attempting to Drown in MindbEnDiNg happiness
- “A Smooth Sea Never Made For A Sailor”
- Smoking Guns And Other Alarmingly TwIstEd-In-D-E-E-P(!!) Metaphors. An Artists Right To Portray… . the breath that held itself together for her
- Letting the imbalance be there. For good or for bad.
- “Buried behind her kindness of eye .”
- GatheringTogether TheirSources ofGoldDustAgain. Treading… Melon
- Discovering Candy
- ‘Lying M€$$iah$’
- All the colours of CreAtiVity. Black and all—.
- State of Mind: DelightFULLYdisENFRANCHISED(..) What an oCd minD dOes By dEsign.. default setting OverPROductiveAndDisrupted .
- When A HardNight became AWideAwake Evening. From Berlin to Belgrade in an Instance.
- Silence
- By a hair’s Breadth.
- ‘Silver-chair Montgomery’
- Bitterly Battered BuTtErFlY? Meet Diving-Bell.
- Mission accomplished – And Now…… “For A Sky-B-L-U-€ Sense+of+Indispensable=RECreation, please” // “She’ll Speak When She’s Spoken too.”
- …..
- If sunset is a rule then please give us the tOols
- “She held her(best… … …)breath for the correct correlation of people beCAUSE… there was a whole other universe inside of her AwrY iMaginAtiOn.”
- Their hearts have been hounding them down again.
- Eye of the Storm: Warmer than an AforeWARNED MASTERPEACE.
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