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Empty Shells

The sea waves

washing empty shells clean.

Laid in the sand, just where each should be.


The being

gone from inside the shell,

leaving colorful beauty behind.


In life's waves

we are born and we grow,

only to die and be lain to rest.


Our souls gone

from this now worthless shell,

leaving behind a unique story.






Christopher Bunton

For the "Parallelogram de Crystalline" Contest

Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2012



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Phil

Leave Me Alone!

You Dragged Me From My Warm Hole!

It's Too Early!

I Can't Predict The Weather!

Put Me Back And Go Away!

Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2012

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Cardinal On The Bough

Cardinal On The Bough
Flashing Crimson In The White
He Takes Flight In Fog

Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2011

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Two Old Flames

Two Old Flames

Holding Hands In The Park

Always Together


He gives Her A Rose.

Sixty Years With Her A Joy,

He Is Thankful For.


She Squeezes Him Tight.

Kissing Him On The Cheek,

And Never Regrets.

Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2012

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The Monsters Come

The Monsters Come


Every morn, the monsters come.
They come to attack my day.
Every morn it’s the same,
and every day, they strive away.

The skeletons from closets scream,
while vampires claw from crypts.
They draw and draw until I am spent.
Every day they come. The Monsters come.

Ghosts of words unsaid,
and desires of demons ripping.
Wraiths of past things done;
chasing my peace away.

Giants stomping out hopes and dreams;
while spewing fear, doubt and shame.
The Worm digs and burns through;
everything. They destroy the day.

The darkness hangs like a cloud.
It smothers my hopes today.
I need coffee, and some light,
to stand tall, and live loud.

Let’s drive the monsters away.


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Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2020



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The Cafe Terrace At Night

He remembers times with her.
Sharing moments alone in,
the cafe terrace at night.
Not too long ago.



The Cafe Terrace At Night.
Vincent Van Gogh
For the "Famous Art" contest.

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Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2013

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Nine Lives

Nine lives are bestowed upon a cat to live,

In this world full of danger we travel through.

None may escape the final time appointed to them,

Even the cat has it's last moment to breathe.

Living a life of adventure, demands some extra chances,

It's the curious cat, trapped, who really needs it.

Vain cats cleaning themselves on a slim, lofty ledge.

Excitable cats trying to catch the mysterious red dot.

Silly cats flipping their tails at a dog pack.



For the "Nine" contest.

Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2013

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Day Of Glory

Day Of Glory

A Story Told

To Me Alone

Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2011

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Breathing Sea

The sea roars as it breathes
in and out, to rise, in the tides,
along the shores of all the seas
as one, moving where the moon guides.

Waters lapping the isles tiny beach,
gently touching her from beneath,
seeking the mountain out of reach,
among rocks like jagged teeth.

On the water little rafts float,
above the sacred, ancient beds.
Down, down they go with plunging stroke,
past the coral of blues and reds.

On the floor a searchers leg is hung.
Working they fail to set him free.
That night, a funeral song is sung
for the one who now breathes with the sea.

Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2012

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Memorial

Solemn Rows Of Ivory Stone,

Etched In Blood Of Those Gone Home,

To Be With Him.


Never Ending Flow Of Love,

From The Place That Is Above,

Reminds Us Of Them.

Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2013

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