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Gary Gene Linney Poem
I fell in love with your broken.
I fixed you and then set you free.
Fractured in words left unspoken,
I am broken as broken can be.
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Wood burner, smoke choke,
Dog shite, bullfight.
Hashtag, manbag.
**** bleaching, hate preaching.
Save the fox, change your clocks.
Prom queen, crime scene.
Chocolate fountain, food mountain.
Buy to let , insure your pet.
Cake bakers, bookmakers.
Dash cam, phone scam.
Raise the bar, electric car
Make your own, payday loan.
Lendlease , family feast.
Babestation, masturbation.
Homogenised, androgenized.
Male grooming, future looming.
Cold war, Godwin's law.
Online games, baby names.
Many, many many more......
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Older,
wiser,
richer,
poorer,
cleaner cook carer,
maid stupid,
rock back and forth,
in the basement,
fire burning,
fetch the engine,
deck the halls and check the malls,
all on a Saturday night,
fight night,
one last chance,
true romance,
and every, dirty, secret,
deleted erased and buried,
gripped in teeth,
the lies,
the lullabies,
the monkeyed eyes,
pulverise
the butter flies,
finger tips .com,
we are here to be touched.
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Gary Gene Linney Poem
Keep back
You are an object in my rear view mirror
You may appear closer than you are
Keep your distance
Sudden breaking
This vehicle is reversing
This vehicle is emptied overnight
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For the contest, Any Poem, sponsor, Broken Wings, written 12/2/2015
A primal inertia has held us together.
I dream of a time when we collided,
when we danced together in a molten tango,
a violent waltz of heat and fury.
As our heavenly bodies fell into each other,
we shone a light into the darkest of worlds.
You governed my forces,
shaped all I was ever to be.
A gift of enduring stability,
a womb, a cradle,
a playground.
but now,
a heavy force,
a heavenly force,
a gravity,
that which pulls us ever further apart.
I have all the power of this world but still...
...still I can not hold you.
With every passing moment you grow more distant,
Your face, as I will always remember it, is frozen in time.
But still you shine on,
You give light to the dark of my night,
You give hope to the life that I hold.
You are my companion in time.
You are my distant love.
I am the earth,
and you,
you are the moon.
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Have no pity for the overweight,
the out of breath at the garden gate,
the struggling in and out of cars,
cnsumer of syrup and chocolate bars.
Walking sticks and mobility scooters,
the difficult bras encasing hooters.
Red faced men and lard arsed women,
their promise of tomorrow slimming.
Condemn me now, I'm for the blaming,
in this campaign, this body shaming.
So many things beyond control,
my ugly skin and shallow soul,
but when I walk I leave no hole.
People say I'm out of touch,
I think that we accept too much,
fat piggy people should disgust.
Their need,
selfish
greed,
want,
desire,
gluttony,
feed,
pig,
and
opinionated.
Big is beautiful,
big and proud.
And all the while,
the dying sound,
cry of starvation,
die of starvation,
you,
You lie of starvation!
because the pudding was not chocolaty enough!
because there is no ice cream left,
if your wanting mouth needs to consume,
feast on torment of starving children,
drink only tears of broken mothers.
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We all have the power to change the world, but only all of us can change it.
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In my mind I can play piano,
such beautiful, heartfelt playing.
I know every note like I know all of your smiles.
I know every melody like I know all of your laughter.
In reality I can not play piano,
but I do see your smile,
and I do hear your laughter.
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The music plays,
softly,
but only in your eyes,
a delicate heartbreaking melody.
We have not heard what you know,
we do not go where you go.
You tell me you are glad I am here,
and you know that I do good things,
then you leave.
Your delicate gate and your thousand yard stare speak volumes to me.
You leave, slowly,
a disappointed raincloud that had not the strength to spill even a drop of rain.
All the while your inner monologue is burbling out,
a storm drain that has given up its fight with the deluge,
" and then you came home,
on the 5th of November,
and that was the day,
and you left the sea,
and I made your bed,
and the radio broke"
every word autonomous,
a programming error,
a glitch,
static that will not ground.
Your windows scream of a child imprisoned within their glassy walls.
Then,
like a child,
at a party,
you are led away,
vice like grip,
softly takes your arm.
This party food is soft,
easily digested,
and saltless.
There are no balloons,
there is no cake, but...
...there is music.
Your musical eyes find me again,
singing of yesteryears and the gaps in between.
You force me to fill in the blanks of you and all you ever were,
of all you ever will be.
I reduce you to a name on a door,
a pattern in a bed,
a product of a battle not won.
I have come to do good things,
I have come to let you break my heart.
When my windows imprison my child,
when I too break the futures heart,
it is then,
it is there, where the beat goes on.
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Black diamond, fools gold,
overpriced and undersold.
Falling vices, rising prices,
and all the things that we are told.
Percussive concussion, concussive percussion,
endless discussion.
A round of applause for revealing your flaws,
your sin serves to feed them their spin.
If you had our fears, if we gave you our hopes,
we'd devour ourselves from within.
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