Long Greyness Poems

Flint 
Within its brilliance gleaming
Cool black in lacquered polished silver chrome
Cranked up pistons bleached in summer’s heat
Hot steam rising as gears thundering
Beyond the crystal liquid city lights
Highways built across the land
In hearts felt pride American...

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Lost in the Mists, Part V and VI
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My mind wanders to the stillness of a field
 where wild asters used to stud the grass with blue
 I seem to hear the echo of a voice
 Lamenting over the vast stretches where my...

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Awakened by a noise from in the attic floor,
		Your adrenaline says it may be something more;
		Darkness echoes a disturbingly different sound:
		Rocking on attic floorboards slowly up, then down; 
		
		Whatever be next be warned not to...

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Come to me my child
Rest your head in my lap
My hand strokes your wild curls
Feeling the dampness on your neck
Lamplight caresses your flushed cheeks
Shadows waltzing on the walls

You gaze at me with pools of wisdom
Infinite...

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You look sideways at me
I look straight on at you
You glance towards me
I stare at you
memorize the stiches of your coat
they are uneven
 it must have been handmade
You look up at the sky
I look at...

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Out into the crisp February morn,
Sunshine finally frees nature
From the long oppressive grip
Of the icy, snowy, bitter cold of
Grey darkness that has enveloped
Both sky and human heart alike.
Nature briefly awakens, 
The small winter birds scatter
And...

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I am November, the chilling winds
blend with the conditions in my heart
My heart blends with 13 years of not
blending to the conditions very well

I am December, the morning shares
the same blackness as the nights
To which...

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The sadness of getting lonely, weary and old
is none other than the anguishing thought,
we can't avoid feeling or mentioning at all cost;
daily unrest triggers the awful death word! 

Will all frighten when that time comes?...

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I had thought that by now
I'd be a silk laced image in her beautiful, brown eyes,
by now I'd thought I was her's to hold and to keep,
to snuggle with in lonesome nights,
when there was nothing...

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“SCENT TO REMIND ME” 

 Favourite fragrances of nature, newness and food  
that gently trigger a memory response
 familiar warm fuzzy feeling of contentment and happiness
link between present day senses and my sub-conscious past

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Journey's End by Shane Cogan (September 2013)
    

Silently we stood tall
The sun’s dawn chill on our backs
We gathered our last few belongings
The grey skies swirled over us
Onwards and upwards we walked
Little to...

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a walnut waltzing with a willow tree
A molecule is neither a destitute mop without a bucket house. Nor is it a seven acre field that is very cold due to having no grass. Even the...

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I have a grey shirt, grey short pants and grey socks.
The grey school with its grey toilet blocks and grey nuns
made my mother buy them,
which was understandable, because folks like us
were supposed to only buy...

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The climb was gentle 
As the rose
Caressed by the bee.
The blue hills
From whence come these waters
Range on either side of us
Guarding the ancient secrets
Of the vast plains
Touching this lake here
And those far away
To the right...

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(An Addingham Poem)

With the strength of
gentleness, sparrows make love
upon the windowsill,
frigid glass pane pulsates
within the pageant of nature,
numerous battle scared plumage
float wanting, towards earthly cracks
that conceals another world, where
rain and sleet beat down a
forest of...

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Dewdrops stream down boisterous 
children’s freckle-strewn mischievous dials,
as they dash in cartoon costume faux denim
apparel amidst the pale yellow sunlight glare.
Marble stone button twiddle on a blue
rinse wrinkle t-shirt,
Sumptuous  ice cream raspberry blobs
tantalise the...

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Through a canopy of leaves
ascending , 
Night a visage of rippling ebony 
her tears falling like raindrops 
bedazzling the dark 
Her arm a windlass 
spiraling coils of silken mist
rolling , heaving , becoming as ether...

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Amber-brown sea oats stand tall -
whistling as ocean breezes gently 
blow them in unchartered directions
Voluminous waves impact into jetty rocks
inducing sea urchins to lose their tight grip
from a place of safeness 

Watercraft rock recklessly in
turbulent...

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Staying by the sea, now at sunset
With the light slowly fading into greyness
And the waters lying quiet
A peace fills me as never before

Dismal fears barred entry into the soul
Mind freed of all disquietude.
Through the soft...

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Awake at the dawning of the New Year,
I muse to myself and crack another beer,
For the party is over and will revel no more
The litter of her life lies across the kitchen floor.

I know how...

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The lost class

I was watching a program called “Vera” when I recalling 
I once I lived in the northwest of England. 
What I remember best was the greyness of the place.
A council estate for the...

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I take no shelter from the force
barely do I prepare for changeable weather
I'll withstand these winds
the North Wind is predictable in it's whimsy

I'm as solid as the trees
as fluid as the grasses

I may never again...

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Silver does not smoke a 
fire.

The flames are to 
blame for displaying the 
greyness.

A tie never hangs a 
rope to a tree.

The chair will not ask 
you to stand.

When you are noosed 
to a rope.

Hanging,...

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