With sad and tired eyes
She sleeps and she dreams of them:
Better days ahead
Tag: micropoetry
Have we not?
Have we not done our time?
Have we not paid our dues?
Have we not done what’s right?
Have we not?
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How does one change the world?
Not with a pointed gun
Hate
It comes without warning
And strikes in the dark
This vilest of humanly woes
Finding times of mourning
It looks for its mark
And into their heart sinks its toes
Ode to Politicians
They say that laws won’t stop the lawless
Then throw up their hands
They say no nation’s ways are flawless
And ignore demands
They soon forget of tragedies
And get back to their work
Of cutting checks to companies
Who in the lobbies lurk
Ghosts and shadows
Ghosts and shadows creep the halls
Never allowing themselves seen
They pass through the very walls
Reminding us of what had been
End
A lost weary man
Without family or friends
Did lie down at last
Two words
A moment
A kiss
Now here
With you
So free
So clear
So loved
We two
Knowing
Since long before I met you, I have loved you;
Since first we locked our eyes, so have I known you;
No more can I recall not knowing of you
Than how it felt without you, me alone.
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