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steve

Bronze Poet
Scotsman from the Granite city

Gentle wind Blowing Ashes Me

Dust Carbon Atoms Be

Of earth Sun Moon Sea

Proton Neutron Quark Free

Here I am In Afghanistan To protect the people from the Taliban But The Imam Laughs at me Says Stupid man This Is your Vietnam You’ve been here now Near 10 Ramadans And Still you cower In your armoured vans

The Old Lady

In a building across the street, She sits by the window, Day in, day out Always by her lonesome self, She waves at people As they walk by, Whether they see her or not. Today She waves at me, I smile And wave, She smiles back at … Continue reading The Old Lady

The tale of us is at an end and now all that is left is a sad, slow denouement, the dance of love bereft. All the crises have been resolved; the plot, once thick, has thinned. Our sets dismantled, stage empty, because we’ve reached the end. Our love was but a fantasy … Continue reading The Show is Over

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There is a tiny angel, Locked away Within a cage of ribs, Next to my heart. She whispers to me, Endlessly. Sweet Endearments, Promises, Never to leave my side. I ignore her. But, she is not angry with me.

There is a tiny … Continue reading My Secret