Left Open-Mouthed
My tender age prompted her to take full control,
To instruct in the art of kissing was her goal,
The ensuing oral onslaught took it's toll, for
Like a marshmallow, I was almost swallowed whole.
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Deep Water
Sinking down beyond the emotional benthos,
And coming to rest at last, I reached the abyss.
The clung-to hope through my fathomless descent was,
Back at the surface, the lure of unbridled bliss.
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Coming Down
Sipping my cup of camomile,
My peaceful face breaks into smile,
Reflecting on the longest mile,
The hands reset upon the dial,
No roguish thoughts can my mood spoil,
As to my feelings, I've stayed loyal.
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A Lunar Musing
The moon inset itself on the blue of the daytime sky,
Appearing like some fogged-up monocle,
Reminding us of it's ever presence,
But also it's invisibility.
Strikes me it's the same for those with fogged-up minds.
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Moving Farther On
No more the angel's outstretched hand,
No more the flames of hell are fanned,
No more my soul in no-man's-land,
No more black clouds as they disband,
No more I thought could I withstand,
Much more myself, I understand.
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Changing Colour
The varied shades of grey of late,
Which have my palette been,
Are fading now through patient wait,
Revealing colours yet unseen.
Tones that glare with brightest hue,
Now occupy my prism,
Shafts of light enrich my view,
And sink my atavism.
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Role Reversal
If horses rode jockeys, not the reverse,
Trainers instructions to nags would be terse-
'Your mode of conveyance's legs number two,
Shan't be in obeyance when whip is pulled through,
Can tell you for sure he won't handle the ground
A horse-racing 'Cana', should he get you round.'
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Moving On
For weeks my mind has been ablaze,
Now I'm sifting through it's stubble.
Lifted the blanket sea of haze,
Calmed the roaring sea of trouble.
Glimpsed shoots of hope with real amaze,
Squeezing past the tear-stained rubble.
Gathering strength for life's next phase,
Though my heart's still beating double.
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The Hacker
The hacker sets out in deep concentration,
But golf shots soon turn to excavation.
Staring glumly at cavernous divots,
No textbook technique, but reverse pivots.
They endure this torment for eighteen holes,
Feel guilty for all the evicted moles.
Into the clubhouse to glance at the card,
Which has been strangely, by high numbers marred.
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When Winter Comes Calling
The long remorseless winter rolled on in,
Consuming those of weak and brittle mind,
And planting seeds of black where he'd assigned,
Went unrepentant with this widespread sin.
He'd come to have his yearly pound of flesh,
And in this matter would not be denied,
Impervious to those who wept and cried,
He would himself with these lost souls enmesh.
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