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Sanity.
Sanity. Too much noise, too much rabble, let me fly free. Let me sit on the hill, as the bees gently buzz, the call of the gulls squawking. No anything, only me, the sounds of nature all around, nothing else. No man made objects, no voices, only the natural world. A beetle scurries across your feet, you care not, as you lie there in peace. Silently absorbing the rays of sun, you care of…
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Attack.
Attack. A Poem by Fiona Cloud
Poetry – 153 words – By Fiona Cloud
Foolish fool, attack what you cannot understand, vile creature.
I will sit with the snakes, I will sit with the magpie, I will let the slugs squirm.
I will swat away the wasps from my head, I will not harm them. as your words wounded another.
Attack me all you like, as your two legs walk away, do you know who you spoke to?
The human condition is afflicted, by…
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Comfort
*Poetry by Fiona Cloud. 26 lines.*Discomfited, the answer lies, ignored, but the truth.. Lay your soul to the elements, they will betray you. They will hurt you, every element, as all souls have agendas. They exist as a mass, so many, individually different. Death remains the same, no escape. Do not kid yourself, you must sort yourself, as it follows. You cannot create a society, where there is…
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Colours
*Poetry by Fiona Cloud. 18 Lines.*
A fawn cushion turns its face, a cat’s face pictures its front.
A multi coloured blanket adorns a couch, hanging down as a slashed shoulder garment.
Sitting side by side, mechanical and glass, plump accompanies the narrow crimson neck.
Black surrounds the relaxing ticking, as the other falls silent.
Black is not black, red and brown, the black and white one…
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Only You.
*Poem. Fiona Cloud. 141 words* There is only you, your eyes do not open, I would die for you. Yet there are three, and there are more, I would die for you all, but only to protect you. I have my preferences, but I still love all, I love every single one of you. There are five, there are lots, you can all come in. The purring cat, the child on the street, the old man who’s eyes scream pain. One…
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Toys.
A poem by Fiona Cloud.
A stuffed kangaroo,
rigid in stature,
accompanied by a monkey.
Bongo, the principle character,
an old monkey now,
always the most prominent.
Dib and Dab, one worn out,
the old one takes prominence,
an arm is repaired.
No dinosaurs, flung out the stocking,
a tall rag doll called zip, bounces,
Bouncer, tiny, folds down his ears.
They are too big for a small rabbit,
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Dancing Stars.
-by Fiona Cloud, 122 words.They fall not as you see them, they collapse, as they crash and burn. Yet they still live, their light dimmer, as a modern lightbulb does not shine. The light flickers, is extinguished, as the embers turn to ash. Tucked beneath, choking, an ember still burns, looks for life again. All is not over, the poker rakes the ashes, the dying coal meets twigs and paper. A sheet…
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The Cat And The Warthog
The Cat And The Warthog
Poetry – 157 Words – By Fiona Cloud
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