Stress Eve Poems

I am certain that I am unwell.
A swelling golf ball
Lodged deep beneath my skin
Makes sure of that. 

The floors of Ward 6
Are mirror-clean and sterile,
A...

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Where’d you go, boy - I’ve no way of knowing.
Life without you’s, less fun, than as I was hoping,
if you asked me, I’d have to...

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Sitting surrounded amidst the heap, 

Like a gale or like a storm 
They come every year every month 
All the cheer they sweep aside 
All...

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Paradise
like Rome
is not built
and not rebuilt
and rebuilt
and redeveloped
and healed
and redeemed
in one 24-hour
cycle
and recycle
and revolving
round day v night,

And/or 
appreciatively regarding both day
and dualdark
rich and fertile 
souled...

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Evening lights
wave a peaceful goodnight
to busy-ness, the stress of the day.
Changing colors impress
dreams bring rest.

Glistening
a new day's christening
morning lights break free to greet the day.
As...

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Black Monday Blues

Pfaah! Tomorrow is Monday, dated the 4th January this year...
The last few days, Friday, Saturday and Sunday were great...
Friday was 1st of January,...

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Born to live,
Never wanting to die,
fearing death to its every limit,
as blue eyed death grabs my shoulders
and laughs with grim
and I fear death even more.
Car...

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‘Twas the day before Christmas eve
We gathered at the church
All sat transfixed
Not even a lurch

The preacher was ‘hot’
And spoke of the stress
He wanted the people...

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