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Brian Sluga Poem
Monday aftermath Paris reflecting
terror waging a war
challenging our generation dancing on graves
Paris attacks mindless
blaming ourselves
watching a band
dinner at our favorite café
attending a football match
a death sentence for a simple act
fighting back viciously
multi-cultural societies are in danger
integration taken for granted
liberal beliefs now shine
big hearted acceptance
learning to tolerate the intolerant
faced by fascists
values in contempt
confront this evil
love what's behind you
take a beating for liberty
pursue justice and respect
believe all we love is worth fighting for
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a pretence of goodness
dimes on the dollar
blood on your collar
pieces of diminutive generosity
tramps love handouts
look for direction of the middle class
one day my colour won’t matter
breaking down the barriers
leisurely indifferent realists
NYC subways monogramed
a home but not without help
is education an institution
not from a hand out on the train
New York City is not Rome
the Socialist wonder in grandeur
that was New York
bore by socialist’s clichéd reactions
be real not an imitation of love
liberals cater to their self-destruction
know the established redistribution
a world survives without a coin filled hand
29/10/2017
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alarm rings it's five AM
the adventure begins
my Nespresso is expecting me
the morning is our moment
at the office I dash for a cup
truly a love affair adored
meetings jammed in my head
then comes mid-morning doldrums
can't get enough of your intense flavor
another meeting and a morning buzz
after lunch deadlines swirl in my head
afternoon fancy with an Italian roast
last meeting and one more dark cup
home with family and dinner
early evening on sofa with a book
last dark French roast to end my day
in bed with my wife lights out
a few short hours I'll do it all again
that's me sorted
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the gun shoots
runners off
one step two step
running with the stride like no other
it passes the 10k mark
my mind is daft
my body chaffed and burnt
at 13 miles and I get a second wind
I am indulging in what I do
fatigue is not an option,
20th mile I'm sore and wreaked
with my conscience I endure
finally, I can see the finish
I cross the line and collapse
that's me sorted
my time here is done
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a true legend with spoken words
the world’s oldest reigning monarch
rarely gives interviews
personal feelings not know
her beliefs fundamental importance
well known for her dry witticism
habits were parodied by media
know not to be a teetotaller
wants to see her kingdom live forever
hypocrisy lessened and faded
the future British world is hers
truth her glory, riches, and honours
reign acquired but never regretted
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Love is compassionate
love is fullness
love is sincere
love is absolute loyalty
looks will fade
people will fade
love truly is eternal
love is not saying sorry
love shows no prejudice
love has no political alliance
love is the light
love will love you back
love is forgiveness
love is more than three little words
love wants for nothing but faith
love is making plans not my own
love has no enemies
love is fearless
love is an eternal growth inside one
love makes all worthwhile
love is the simplest truth
love can survive any crisis
love is stronger than conviction
love makes you whole
love is worth fighting for
love is pure
love is attention
love makes life worth while
love is of all things perfect
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never had a brother
never had a sister
born to great parents
loved my grandparents
have a great life
a great wife
why do I feel left out
can’t miss what you don’t have
some days I get angry with this
jealousy does not become me
hostage to an involuntary emotion
I’m both protective and human
now I recognize my faults
that’s me all sorted
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As I walk let no shadow be unturned
may my true being be an inspiration
of light to your world
When I’m gone remember me
not as that girl, but as a song
of a quartet in autumn
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