Tag: muse
member name: Terry Collett
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December 11, 2007 03:38 AM EST --
Yes, that’s my son,
I recognize his manly brow
And vacant stare,
And his turn of chin,
But how thin
He looks, how unkempt,
As if time has not rewarded
His youthful age
With fine laurel . . .
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February 05, 2008 12:11 PM EST --
Hank Hornslink kissed Patsy Pulldeck
Like she was a three-day-old corpse.
He hesitated, took up courage,
Leaned forward, and smack,
The lips met like East and West on a foggy day.
"Wasn't . . .
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February 01, 2008 07:55 AM EST --
You walk along the beach with the sand between and beneath your naked toes, the sun touching your skin, the slight breeze feeling your hair. You stop and stare at the sea, the sound of the waves on the . . .
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February 02, 2008 04:02 AM EST --
"If she'd got herself with kid
By any other feller than that there Brodskyn,
I'd a tanned her hide
The colour of the setting sun,"
Magdalene Mogfish's daddy said,
Looking . . .
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December 10, 2007 05:55 PM EST --
She had been there and touched it all
The grey shawl
Of her mother, put aside
Like a shroud to hide
The aging skin of her last days
And her awkward ways
And memory loss. She smelt
The scent . . .
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January 15, 2008 03:05 AM EST --
He had thought all girls the same
Different only in name,
The figure size,
Or the colour of their hair,
But she was different from the rest,
She drove him to despair
With her deep blues eyes . . .
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December 10, 2007 08:31 AM EST --
It was her last chance
To see her child
Before they took it away
Limp and lifeless in their arms,
White robed, sullen
As if death bedded them
Like a lousy lover.
She held and kissed
The soft . . .
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January 27, 2008 10:08 AM EST --
Grace wondered if she'd cope
If another baby
Came now to break her sleep,
Or suck upon her breast
For milk that may not come,
Or set to change nappies
With smells of sick and poo,
And would . . .
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January 31, 2008 07:47 AM EST --
If only she'd been
More thoughtful
And not expected him
To see things her way;
Not laboured
From dawn to sun up,
Not sweated over
His darn washing,
His lousy lies,
His sideswipes, . . .
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February 04, 2008 03:10 AM EST --
She has now, from him,
His heart removed,
And placed it in a drawer,
Where she keeps the other hearts,
The ones she broke before.
She has returned his golden ring,
His daily care, his selfless . . .
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December 08, 2007 04:00 AM EST --
And it was love that came
With all its broken promises,
And ticking clock time,
And laid a hand on her heart,
Into the sleepless nights
And none eating days,
Where all seemed dark and dim
Beside . . .
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December 09, 2007 02:28 AM EST --
She gazed out to sea
In the hope to see
He who was swept from shore
Fifteen days before,
With nothing to show
But the moon’s glow
And a distant star
Bright and far
Like a small boat . . .
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December 09, 2007 03:01 PM EST --
And it would have been too soon
For the thing to stop
And she knew,
But loved anyway,
So did he
And kissed
And set fire to each
And each with touch
And feel and breath
And breathe
And . . .
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December 10, 2007 03:34 AM EST --
And where would she go
And when? The question posed
Inside her head,
As the sun set on her fretful life,
And him brooding over booze
And moody blues,
Singing at the top of his voice, . . .
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December 17, 2007 12:05 PM EST --
She knows better
Of youthful days,
The stolen letter,
Which relays
In its fashion
Of cold words and pen,
Things without passion
Of what happened then,
When she was a child
Too young to recall, . . .
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December 27, 2007 03:29 PM EST --
You know she's beside you dressed in black as she always is like some perpetual mourner. The silence that surrounds her is like a dark blanket that almost suffocates you with its heaviness. She pushes . . .
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December 31, 2007 03:49 AM EST --
Farewell old year,
We may not see
Your like again,
Though some remain
In memory
Of cheer or tear
Of achievements
Made or unmade,
Friends gained or lost,
Now like misers
We count the cost . . .
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January 04, 2008 02:00 PM EST --
And what would they
Know of this:
The dark passages of her life;
The damage done;
The kissing bruise
Of dangerous hours;
His mood,
The swings of his blows
Through the lightening stars; . . .
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January 12, 2008 03:14 PM EST --
This is where
Young Lisa lies,
( Take care,
For flies
Buzz where
Some dog has messed
Beside the stone,
Whose legend, Rest
In Peace, stands alone.)
Her tombstone tells
Of birth and death, . . .
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January 25, 2008 03:31 AM EST --
She wanted to unlove
The love they had,
Unweave it like a woven gown
That kept them warm,
But now does itch
Where cloth has worn.
She wanted to unkiss
The kiss of that betrayer;
To wipe away . . .
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