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The Crow

Calling, falling cast a shadow,
Dark the pitted claw does dig, 
Diving deep inside the shallow, 
Rising above what others did.

Stark the teller of the story,
The bitter end will show no grace,
The battlefield still washed with glory,
Who won the fight to take their place?

What looms our sight in comprehension?
The tension holds us fast and tight,
Sit better pressed in cold contention,
And reappear in summer’s flight.

Arrest the moment for its treasure, 
The pressure closed to take a bite,
A universal mould to measure, 
Weary from the dead of night.

Revered for ebony jet black feathers,
The weather bathed its inky gloss,
Rescue the clasp that holds the letter,
Or let it seek out those who lost.

Float higher still in sweet surrender, 
A warning to those who hear, or think or feel,
The flesh is sharp the beak is tender,
Gently it’s pressed impose it will.

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Kensington

Kensington 

Children of frustration
when dreams rose from the heap
the darkest of locations
tell white lies as they speak

open to persuasion
when abilities are weak
waves of degradation 
disturbs all those asleep

awake the dispensation 
to turn the other cheek
the house that they were raised in
and company they keep

a blur of segregation
when summers burn with heat
sit back for meditation
and sow all that is reaped

peer deep into what’s stationed 
the lost or stolen sheep
a core that rocks a nation 
only on occasion weeps

passed down from generations
too scared to take a peak
the truth is out there somewhere 
you can find it in the street.

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Coffee: The Greatest Of All Time

The little humble bean
that found its way into a cup
made a splash upon the scene
after Kaldi’s goat had stirred it up

it travelled fast and well
from Ethiopia to Yemen
some called it the drink from hell
until Clement became a fan.

the aroma crossed the pond
and Boston had to celebrate
once the New World had succumbed 
it quickly poured out into states

before old London knew
they served it morning, noon and night
this penny university brew
would see its name put up in lights

in newspapers and magazines
the high street flooded with its shops
a berry rarely seen
in processed form warmed more than pots

served in different ways
from skinny whites to espresso shots
cappuccinos to tall lattes 
we toast the goat that time forgot.

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The Pugilist

The Pugilist 

The push for purse
or punishment
to take the heavy iron

what brands the foot
or binds the hand?
another step in time

agreed the lengths
to self-defence
endure the cunning mind

when thoughts repressed
the body stretched
and pain sets out to find

behind the point
that pokes at fun
and parries all away

a boxer’s punch
was worth the punt
to fight another day

within the hand
where justice fits
the scale was tipped to weigh

amidst the sand
the knuckles land
and dare they join to pray?

skipped upon condition
reasoned beyond all doubt
the crowd was here to listen
with every second count.

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War

Before the guns and bombs were made
the clubs and fists were swung
names for numbers now we trade
the senseless turned all numb

crumbled blocks broken down
create, destroy, rebuild
a three ringed circus paints a town
the crop gives up its yield

when fields demark a hospital
operations carry hope
what's kept for some is lost for all
descent, a slippery slope 

the yoke is held on common ground
the round encasement smoked
logic is stuck on what was found
when starched and staunch men spoke

to quote with quaint eloquence 
will mask whose fate was sealed
an absence of benevolence 
when truths have been revealed.

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Jan and Josef

Edvard's exile could not deter
the course as it flowed
or blood that drove
through his body

life had to change
when the soldiers came
bringing tanks and arms of oppression

machines of war rolled and crushed
Europe was hushed
marching on the 15th
raising flags and ideals

London resigned to opening doors
a haven of sorts
for a few
families and friends
were left to defend
breaking cogs to dismantle and hinder
the view

hiding to assemble
coded messages
that were shared and leaked
though aggression peaked
proving too strong to overcome

yet hearts still beat
and there lay a pulse
duty could not be ignored 

as the voices aligned
with a throbbing increase

representing a nation 
two and more gave themselves 
and rose to the call of the people
standing up
proving no longer the victim

for human passion will smash and smelt iron
selflessly with a cost that would seem to outweigh
the weight of a loss
of one soulless life
 
we remember that day 
the 27th of May
when Jan and Josef gave their all for the fight
and with them hope and freedom were alive.

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I am

I am         

I am man
I am nature
I am of life and of death,

I am lesser
I am greater
I am of right and of left,

I am mechanical
I am manual 
I am technically a wound up mouse,

I am loud
When I am silent
I am inadvertently at fault with doubt,

I the ego, me the person 
I the genius, me the fool
I am lost when I am chosen
Found
I am
A part from you.

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Hunting for Mushrooms

The morning was dark and misty
venturing out before the throng
weaving between oak and elder
the path I took was long

I stumbled on a clearing
and fell down upon my knees
it was there I started digging
through discarded wood and leaves

burrowing through the top soil
breaking deeper in the dirt
my fingers and palms wore earth stains
nails had worked to earn their worth

sensing something beneath the surface
of what was left behind
reaching in with all purpose
the hand I found was mine.

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The Reign

A coat was laid upon the shoulders
potential threats firmly at bay
arms that held the precious mould are
protecting those who chose to pray

a bridge to cross a sea of secrets
as towers leaned towards their fate
cross the heart and aim to keep it
and swallow what will fill the space 

a canopy arched over wisdom
confidence came in its wake
another bound to seek a kingdom 
let tragedy come and dictate

supported by the staunch and loyal
rallied a champion whose colours bled
a sacrifice made for the soil
the consequence cost him his head.

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The Chair

In his old leather chair
he sits and blinks his eyes
the off white sits on his hair
like dust upon the mantle.

A murky sea of bluish grey
where smoking gave him cataracts
but they still burn of yesterday
the tobacco stains sit deep inside.

As he sits in his old leather chair
his eyes do blink and dart to catch
his arms sit closer than days gone by
holding close what was once there. 

His words are lost ghosts of the night
his world has gone out with the wind
though the photograph she wore so well
the negative still burns a flame within

and though the light will bow and dim
to him his only company
the worn out arms no longer care 
the weight lifts slowly from his chair.