Poetry Drafts

The Other Side

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I long for The Other Side, where
the grass is green, and the apples hang
just within my reach, just so.

I long for The Other Side, where
the sea is still, but with a breeze to
keep me cool, and the seagulls sing
to please, if at all.

I long for The Other Side, where
the sky is blue when blue it so should be
the tears of god would only fall
through the night, so still.

I long for The Other Side, where
I can stand strong; alone, my voice
carry power, there where I would
belong.

I belong on The Other Side

(Prompted by a @thatrandompromptโ€‹ ย prompt: The Other Side)

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It is full of words, stacked in piles too high for their own good, blown about by the turmoil of life and then set alight by the fire that once burned inside.

Me – trying to explain my blog to god

as if…

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Pickles; Eric and jars full

awaiting layering upon a

midnight sandwich,

corned beef stacked on

cheese slices for a

perfect end to the

night

Static

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The static of a black n white TV
after transmission’s ended.
(sizzling)
Outside the snow falling,
quietly building the piles
that made up my childhood.
(dreaming)
The chill inside; opposes
the flames from the fire place
logs chopped from birch trees
(stagnating)
The static of a black n white TV
became the pattern of
my life – sadly

the final day

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On the final day,
our penultimate
masquerade. Is
there space for
them, in their
buttoned jackets;
coats of arms;
layered dreams
of old; and
charm?

HXmXn – pXrtXd

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In the name of the King!

Open this door or

Bleed

as the axe swing

back or forth

You whore!

Filthy scum a snake

of two

Those lips of yours

will soon be

parted

Scorned – Tattered – Bereaved

Serpent rising

Hammer pounding

Your last desire

My morning glory

Our flesh their own

Story

Run fat boy, run

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Weakest of the thirteen

Not even the crash bungs

Could keep him safe

Forcing the knee down

Scratching the pad

Until the rubber let go

He flew

Before gravity took hold

and mother’s embrace

became

final

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