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December 2024 - Year 26 - Issue 6

ISSN 1755-9715

Selected Poems 1

VAMPIRE

I left the house 

got smiles from ten or so people in my long white coat 

then 

got tired and had to sit down.

An old woman met an even older couple 

they knew each other and began to talk.

They moaned and moaned as I watched them on and on they went.

The woman saw me watching and looked at me so I smiled a couple of times but nothing back.

I saw Eliza in the DIY place she didn't want to look at me until I left then she would not take her beautiful eyes off me 

and I almost walked into the door.

Now I think I have sucked all the love from these people 

like some emotional vampire

It makes me strong

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Some days you have to be like the wind

let it push you where you need to be

don't fight it

just flow side to side and wait for the wind to stop

 

TELLING IT HOW IT IS

I had a strong urge to steal a sausage from the wooden hut 

the man was not in there so I could just whip it out of the frying pan

not that I do not have the money.

I just want that frill 

to test life,

I go and buy clothes I do not need stand in the queue

I want to ask the woman in front of me

Can you not smell me 

that animal smell I have all over me

I feel I am almost losing it.

The next day I tell my grown up son

He will never amount to anything that boy, that is what grandad used to say about me son and you know

He was absolutely right.

 

TEMPUS

Every day 

I wake up with my heart filled with love for various women I don't really know. 

Mainly coffee girls or women that work in shops 

but by about ten o'clock it has all worked itself off.

I am back to normal wondering why I can't conquer time 

but it is hard to conquer something that is eternal 

especially when you mainly do the same things everyday.

Go to the same places see the same people they are like ghosts following you around dodging life just like me.

For years luck was on my side then suddenly it all caught up with me

it felt like someone dropping a big anvil on my head just my feet sticking out from underneath.

I really believe each morning i can conquer time

but

I never can

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