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Julian Bishop Poem
Remember how the angels sang
The night you went away
They sang of better times ahead
How night would turn to day
Raindrops transformed to silver rings
Our tears into streams of gold
Let’s pray this still could happen
Before we fail and get too old
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Julian Bishop Poem
Sudden awakening that day
A landslide from inside
Expelled
Deep resentments built for years
Tapping into fears
The day reason died
Dystopian awakening that day
Tyranny unleashed by choice
Willing
Votes for disruption
Volcanic irruption
Anguish given a voice
Rude awakening that day
The suddenness of realisation
Transformed
Promises on the hoof
With no basis in truth
A political improvisation
Crazy awakening that day
Diagnosed as insane
Overcoming
A rancorous election
Regrets in reflection
Trumped by bewildering pain
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Julian Bishop Poem
You wooed me with your lifestyle
Your black and marble palace
The wealth and rooms were vast
I trusted you with my future
But now that time has passed
By myself time for reflection
An opening that closed a door
In my heart I saw with clarity
You priorities never me
No faith, no hope nor charity
You only get one shot in life
I don't mean vodka or gin
My life has a different tune
A cello not a synthesiser
That's why I'm leaving soon
So keep your northern ways
Barren rooms where no one talks
We'll agree to disagree
Enjoy your steel glass boxes
Because now I'm breaking free
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Julian Bishop Poem
You wear a secret veil to no avail
A curtain over bays of gauzy pain
Of unadorned love betrayed
And naked promises made
Avowed
Never to be drawn again
Hooded clouds across the sun drift past
Casting masked shadows on your lawn;
A tenebrous gaze
In these dusky autumnal days
Recalled
Beneath a flutter of leaves forlorn
But purdah days shall fall away
Revealing us for what we are
For love obtrudes like a dictator
And our doubts seductive as a traitor
But still
We leave the screen ajar
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