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Tony Northover Poem
Oppressed by you, your state, your religion
So you think you good, kind and Superior
But I find you cruel, arrogant and callous
But that is just in my view, what do I know?
You control the language that describes pain
But there is no for me in its grid, or how I feel
My soul is ripped from my body and bound,
On to your machines on which I slave and toil.
You say it has to be this way, no room for doubt
Master and slave, it is only a matter of degrees
But it is my kind that is always tied to the rack
While you sip vintage wine in the lap of luxury.
Everything has its time and its place, yours is over
End is near, for you and everything you hold dear
Everything carries with it the root of its own destruction
And I will rejoice now that your has very nearly come.
Copyright © Tony Northover | Year Posted 2013
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Tony Northover Poem
All things end bitter
Cupid is out of business
Even flowers rot
Copyright © Tony Northover | Year Posted 2016
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Tony Northover Poem
Passing down the hill
Bluebells have come out early
Prematurely blue
Copyright © Tony Northover | Year Posted 2016
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Tony Northover Poem
Arno Vale
Bristol’s Necropolis
City of the Dead
Where the dead and living
In the daytime co-exist.
The path leads full circle
Around the tomb stones, chapels and trees
Tombstone white and bright in the sun
The trees decorated, woollen colours
Booted families trudge through the trees
Others visit the café and the gift shop
All this life in the garden of the dead
It seems almost pagan, in a Christian way
Reminding us of their marriage
The winter sun shines without warmth
Through the trees, the leaves still on the ground
Solitude without loneliness that is what is here
The dead not buried and forgotten;
But, with nature and the living instead.
Copyright © Tony Northover | Year Posted 2012
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Tony Northover Poem
Call this a life
Sat at a screen
Of life. End.
Attention span
Still trying to make sense
Shortened
Still on the internet
The younger generation wants to be successful.
Copyright © Tony Northover | Year Posted 2012
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Tony Northover Poem
Lights exploded in my head
Then I realized that I was dead
I floated for a time above my body
Looking down at the hospital bed
My life was over. I was spent
But now I was hovering here
Where was my tunnel of light?
All of a sudden I was gone
Then I was in this place
Where the sun never goes down
And everyone is polite and,
I float around without a sound
My friends are all here
The ones who went before
Now they greet me with joy
Happy once more
Copyright © Tony Northover | Year Posted 2012
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Tony Northover Poem
It's too quiet
I don't like it
It means:
Trouble to come.
Leave me be
Leave me alone
I want to take it
To go down alone.
In the silence
Or the storm
One thing I could never do
Trust another being.
Copyright © Tony Northover | Year Posted 2012
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Tony Northover Poem
nothing left to do
nothing left to fear
all is done
all is clear
Life is run
Wound down
To a single turn
What did I learn?
Don’t try and don’t cry
Its all the same…
In the long run.
Copyright © Tony Northover | Year Posted 2016
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