Poetry Drafts

I STILL DON’T KNOW

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You said she knew
I fancied her
the Woman in Red
Miss Divine
all those years ago.

Maybe if I knew that
she knew I might
have known that
others knew too
and that
would have made
all the
difference

A DAY IN PARADISE

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Would you part with gold
for a day in Paradise.
Don the leaves of Adam or Eve
follow the path to Shangri-La
betwixt the twin peaks.
Your dreams with vivid visions of
horizons and paradise lost
Xanadu is calling if
you open your screaming heart.
Would you part with gold
for a day in Paradise.
I say that you are already there
open your eyes
let go of the fear
the gold you seek
is everywhere.

I DON’T BUT STILL DO

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I don’t speak Maths
but still I programme
miniature computers
till the night is
dawning

I don’t speak Music
but still sing in the shower
and dance the mambo
with a head full of
loudness

I don’t speak Poetry
but still I stack
word upon word to try
to convey my world
to you

ALL AND NONE

Poetry Drafts / / By

A Pawn in the
Binary clash of
Chess

A Pretender in the
Perpetual game of
Life

A Seeker of the
Absolute truth through
Words

I am all – and none

PRIMED

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Raised among thieves

and stray-dogs

Hardened by fires in

cities on flame

Sharpened the skills on

fields of death

Primed and ready for

anything – but Her

FINGERS BLEEDING

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The “I wanna scream and shout and let it all out” is blasting through the radio. I’m silently wishing it to be so, but alas it is not to be this time, maybe next or maybe never – forever is so far away. A Gibson Les Paul is screaming in agony on the TV, fingers bleeding, I agree, nodding – life’s good for some.

NO ONE ASKED

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Spin the bottle
on the floor a
seated circle
youth learning
behind closed
doors – all but one
No one questioned
the cold sweating
the running away
the not being there
the absentee
No one asked
Why
No one asked
Who
No one asked
When
No one asked
Why
No one cared
enough to see
an empty bottle
spinning
endlessly

I WOULD SAY YAY

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I would say yay if
your lips met mine and
intertwining tongues talked and
left no bitter aftertaste
if you’d say you felt the
energy, the vibration
like never before when
the hands of light hovered
over your naked back
in the moonlight

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