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No Two Alike

Just pass noon Staring down At the floorboards Of the cafe Soft wood Pitted and worn By the passage Of time and feet While the mosaic tiles Show no scars Each morning Washed and wiped Of life’s residue No secrets … Continue reading

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What Sundays Need is Masking Tape!

a latent melancholy shivers Sunday afternoon…. with all its childhood residues the weekend past, way past its best Monday morning begins to haunt tis going back to school…. again even now, that same old film repeats inside my head the … Continue reading

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Endeavoured

We are …. each one of us but a moment in time merely a breeze with a fading residue an afternoon one glorious summer our scent briefly lingers our time expressed in a minute, an hour through day and night … Continue reading

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With a Silent Beat

Day Time passes with a silent beat from sunrise to sunset Then skips, repeats Nature ambiguously ticks Like the benign sound of a grandfather clock but human Time is segmented No one ┬ásees the seconds disappearing The minutes deserting or … Continue reading

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Within Her Gift

O blue sky still pleasant if a little less warm only september a station platform a daily wait to view to see the residue efforts of another time from behind the fence the half hidden wall at various stages of … Continue reading

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In To The East

i look towards the east towards the bay Dublin port and the Irish sea watching gulls glide hear them squawk stare at those mysterious clouds carrying the dreams or the lost tears of a previous age dressed in shades of … Continue reading

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Twilight Of Our Days

poetry is simple and yet it’s not! it is the epiphany between reality and dream a moment of nakedness reality is seldom solid inconsistent to the imagination vunerable to the residue of dreams peeping through the haze poetry is the … Continue reading

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