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This poem IS about a real person!
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I am a sea tailor,binding the heavy oceanswith asilver gossamer thread;a sun sailor,skimming the surface fires,riding the flares of change;A black div..
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A bit racy. I had thought of a rhyming scheme on this one, but then thought better of it! :)
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Written in Wexford, October 2012
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Dry oceans
lying low
like vast, empty
basins.
Dustbowls of the soul.
Pale in the moonlight,
grey horizons blurred,
waters gone,
evaporated..
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There it is again.That thing you didn't say.I hear itmore and moredropped in conversationeach disappointing day.I'm painting holesin the airright ther..
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A long, deep bath in self-pity. Enjoy.
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She is the colour of the sky,the circle of the moon,the echo of my soul,the sorrow of my tune.She is the mother of my cries,my lover and my muse,my tr..
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Written during a crossing of the Irish Sea, 2012
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Red calypso,brilliant star.Forever subservientto her dark master.There,suspendedin her pale corona.Culture and conditioningher sticky web.No hope of e..
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