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Tag Archives: fate
Wall map
Thousands of lines Run through the fabric Covering a plain wall Plain with no ceilings The lines are blurred and Coloured Borders remain Strong reminder of Divide invented Strangers of the same Yet Beautifully ornamented Thousands of lines Run through … Continue reading
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Tagged existence, family, fate, Friendship, hope, International, life, longing, memory, poem, poetry, reflection, thoughts
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Hypertension
Boiling in silence Boiled to death How do you like your eggs? His ears ringing He didn’t hear Mrs Smith’s irrelevant question Sitting at the table Staring into the distance Occupying the empty white plate Front of him Abyss He … Continue reading
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Tagged Adulthood, existence, fate, fear, Health, high blood pressure, hypertension, life, loneliness, losing, poem, poetry, reflection, reflection on age
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Bedtime
Bedtime she says She reminds him of His mother and A half century of rebellion. His protest is not heard His heart is weak His soul is bored His days are numbered. The resignation letter reads So comes to pass … Continue reading
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Tagged Adulthood, existence, family, fate, fear, Friendship, human life cycle, immortality, inner mind, life, loneliness, longing, losing, memory, mental, mind, mortality, philosophical reflection, Philosophy, poem, poetry, psychology, reflection, reflection on age, reflections, Relationships, thoughts
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Mosquito
She sucks the last drop of blood Out of his open vein He sings in vain A tune to ease The pain His arm drops unconscious She hovers over the wound She sucks the last drop of blood Then fly … Continue reading
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Tagged being, fate, life, Philosophy, poem, poetry, psychology, reflection, thoughts
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Beans and shadows
I wait for my coffee I set by a round table It stands on three twisted legs And I count the beans In my last pay cheque It is going to be a long while Before the next comes along … Continue reading
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Tagged argument, being, existence, fate, fear, inner mind, life, loneliness, mental, mental state, mind, philosophical reflection, Philosophy, poem, poetry, psychology, reflection, reflection on world events, thoughts
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A coin
A child flips a coin In the fountain They say it brings luck The child thinks It is a joke And wishes. The coin is lost, The child receives His fate. The fountain is dry now! April 21, 2017
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Tagged culture, fate, luck, myth
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My innocent daughter
She was born in the early hours of morn She declared her existence with a little cry She had her eyes closed and hands clinched She was born in the early hours of morn She still calls me in the … Continue reading
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Tagged Adulthood, children, fate, innocence, parenthood, poem, poetry, reflections, Relationships
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