Long Running on empty Poems

Tim’s father had been a refugee once he put down his fight and his gun

The story is that he embarked on the very last ship leaving East Prussia

Under siege tanks and bombs from above fireworks...

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"Baroque Spring"


Viewed externally
I am the Winter House
Internally I am too too much 
I am eternal Baroque Spring

He watches his 
mirror twin 
and assigns fatal love
to the mind swing

pushing away feelings
logic surely is the burning
answer to...

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A poet's work [like journalists] is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, to start arguments, to shape the world and stop it from going to sleep. - Salman Rushdie

Don’t think...

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they say forgive and forget

remember and hold to account

seems to be frowned upon

and memorable events take a while

to manifest digest and process 

narratives change with the core

at every reason and heart


‘everything is wrong and it...

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The world in her eyes
Has azure blue skies
Fields of emerald green
And fluttering butterflies

The world in her eyes
The songbird sings and flies
Over flowers alight with color
Spring waves “hello”, never “goodbye”

The world in her eyes
Has rainbows in...

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she gave so much that her tank was running on empty

money worldly possession advice love and heart blood


	clothed and fed the homeless

	a kind word and a few coins

		
to every poor beggar in sight on the...

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There in a small town in Mississippi, a very poor family of (7) seven are yes struggeling but are yes abound. Jimmy the youngest of them at now 17 tell his father that he wants...

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Many many years from now on a busy morning,
suddenly for a moment Mallika my name in your mind,
it will force you to stop and look at the sky
and from your heart will come out a...

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(Inveniam viam)

Far beyond these eerie things, where limits have no scales
Fish are replacing gills, with turbine aerated tails 
Sea level’s losing all meaning, for the humpback whales 
Ships piggyback them, harpoons syphon wind from their...

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Rocket Number 26, take off to the planet and contrive page 26,
It’s the missing page from my memoir,
This is my Page 26, story,
I for one Bryan, I have been through, travel tears and running on...

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THE   IRISH GARDEN

Created  by  God but designed by me  -  my garden       (13  syll )
It was intended as Helen’s  playground ...

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You're so distant
And yet so near.
Sometimes I wish
I could change my year.
I want to be with you
I wish you were mine.
But here in the real world
Friends is fine.

I've stood on a mountain
I've swallowed the sea.
So...

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babys hair with a womans eyes
lips so sweet she is a treat
Summertime out playing in the park
with baby's breath the lavender scent quest

Samantha was her name
loved to be loved with a peaceful heart to impart
she...

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Life is a Journey

Step by slow step…
The only way to get where I need to be.
Put one foot forward, put another mile behind me.
The path grows steep as I trudge uphill.
Running on empty, I go...

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A broken record, gracefully posed in emotion
Arch of the wrist, scorched notes that came before
keys of safety, memories of old, hidden away

Digitally found glory interrupting true calling, behind closed doors
Dragging out every distraction, feet firmly...

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People watching, on a park bench under a ripe sun, 
I sat, seemingly wasting time. My heart smiled the second hour
when I saw John, my father, in lowering clouds. He smiled back 
with arms that...

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People watching, on a park bench under a ripe sun, 
I sat, seemingly wasting time. My heart smiled the second hour when I saw John,
my father, in the clouds. He smiled back with arms that...

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You've been there for me during empty nights when I feel nothing 
I say I'm going to give you up, but you know I'm bluffing 
I'm ready for more of you as soon as you're...

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"Vampyre"



you can’t blame your father 
for not taking you to the circus
your mother was alienated 
for another Russia

blood tastes like wine
when you’re running on empty
sick and tired on the inside 
others think they’ve worked you...

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i run like a rabbit but i'm running on empty
enslaved by my sins still i run to be free
i'm running from peace and running to war
i'm running from love and hate's at the door
i'm running...

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let it be known that these are uncharted waters. 
let it be known that this is a backwards wreckage at sea, where i save myself before the ship goes down,
where i only realize i’m sinking...

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The world in her eyes
Has azure blue skies
Fields of emerald green
And fluttering butterflies

The world in her eyes
The songbird sings and flies
Over flowers alight with colour
Spring waves “hello”, never “goodbye”

The world in her eyes
There are who’s,...

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September Ember Dismembered
Crisp Air, Baking Orb Basks,
Triggers Sorry "G'Bye Summer!" Tasks,
Daring "Where, What Shall We?" Asks...

Belated Yearning, Last Day's Angst,
Related Stirrings of Routine Must Be Yanked,
Or, Halcyon Days Slip Away Into the Tank!

I know! Visit...

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Archaic wisdom whispers truths intimate to me
My familiar, Bindie, mewls the Tarot's virtues and truth
In our hovel we sit, in deep contemplation hours upon hours 
Candles burn, warmth and light play shadows -as my Queen,...

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In the red dust bowl of a dry river bed
an afterlife flowed to the distance ahead
where the eyes cannot figure the view at the end
or what lies in wait around the bend.
Gnarled fisher of dreams...

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