A few poems to read

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there is a place

so far it's out of reach

a yearning for the past

I went there a long time ago

never once did I ask to leave

I lived from new years day

to new years eve

smiling back like jam on bread

but childhoods always do

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I prefer my politicians

fried or boiled

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I've never met a fellow human

that wasn't complexity

All hard wired and blend in

the emotion

and the sound of music

the culture

and the rhythm of a heart best

and fairweather friends

Why am I not surprised

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we know less

about the human heart

than most things

on the planet

we know more

how to kill

we are learning

less about love

we've been forced

to rely on hope

which I'm told is eternal

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Politicians are good

The world is fair

The American dream

Hard work brings success

It's a level playing field out there

Stand by for more

in this series of urban myths

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Who was

that person

that caught the boat

that lived in dirt

that tilled the dirt

he lives today

he cannot die

and always will

he is everyone

he is everyman

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I caught a thought

but I had to set it free

due to genuine concern

for it's safety

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I think this is a very old man made spit in Hampshire

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I wonder

if we lose the

stars and the planets

what will nothing

look like

what degree

of silence

does nothing make

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I looked up

to see the castle

on the hill

had gone silent

not one word

came out of their

mouths

The melody has

left the orchestra

and it seems

no one has anything

left to say

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If you'd like

to touch the stars

Raise your hand

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Empathy

hasn't quite become

yesterday's newspaper

but seems its

in the emergency

room

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Time doth fly

but it keeps coming

round again

it will be pleased

to see the back of you

one day

and only breath

can save you

the free est thing

in short supply

the irony

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Into my heart an air that kills

From yon far country blows

What are those blue remembered hills

What spires what farms are those

That is the land of lost content

I see it shining plain

The happy highways where I went

And cannot come again

A Shropshire Lad-AE Housman 1896

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I hope

there's no aliens

watching this

shit show

of ours

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Truth and honesty

were last seen

fleeing public life

and heading

for the endangered

list

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