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Poetry by Nik Vosper

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Tomorrow. #poetry #instaquote #Vosper #poem

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Headphones. #instaquote #poetry #poem #Vosper

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Bankruptcy. #instaquote #poetry #poem #Vosper

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All This

Perhaps this is window dressing, a facade for passers-by. Movie-set false. Maybe this is make-up-superficial, no depths to be plumbed. Teaspoon-shallow. Perhaps this is a vanity project, a one man stage show. An actor's artifice. © Nik Vosper

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Rain

The streets are saturated with inadequate umbrellas, cluttering the horizon like so many sails. The puddles shift like waves, catching the unwary, like lovers on a beach but without the laughter or the romance. © Nik Vosper

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Don’t compare yourself to celebrities that world isn’t real. They have an army of people working to make them sparkle.

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Creases

I’d like to think I earned them, toiled at life so that it left an impression, on me or to be more precise, on my face.

I’d like to surmise this grey was hard won too, after effects. Though wisdom appears fleetingly, if at all.

They haven’t though. Neither has this male pattern baldness, all borne by the genes like water on a tribal head.

Necessary. And Inevitable.

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Thank you for my first re-blog!

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Skyline, poetry by Nik Vosper

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Ignorant Bliss, poetry by Nik Vosper

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In Transit, poetry by Nik Vosper

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Brushstrokes, poetry by Nik Vosper

…banish your obvious regrets, they are blemishes upon a perfect canvas, meant to be covered with life’s brush strokes.

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Judgement Day

As I walk, by. Common shrapnel caresses my thighs, wears holes. It is drawn to their vessel, scruffy hat, takeaway cup, open hand. Yet, judgement stays the hand. It has seen them, pooling resources for a hit, a bottle, whichever. And I catch myself too late, moment past. Why shouldn't I spare this base metal let them numb the synapses as I do with other drugs? Let them cope. © Nik Vosper 2013

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My favourite photograph my from one and only wedding shoot.

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