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• They’re Not Mannequins

  By Grahamt on October 3, 2022 • ( 0 )

  

  The sky swung on streams of light and dark Reflected in quickly moving smashed glass Sticking into tumbling tree limbs The rumbling of thunder Blowing up hope. There was no escape. The wild winds whipping through cluttered streets Blowing away… Read More ›

• Battling

  By Grahamt on June 1, 2022 • ( 2 )

  Decade by decade Decay decay decay Wanting not needing Fighting not reading, Envy, most fingered word In the thesaurus, Omits jealousy, stark difference, Covet thy neighbor’s biodegradable Possessions, As the sun shines on a sandy beach Make your own rules… Read More ›

• Doubt

  By Grahamt on May 8, 2022 • ( 0 )

  Doubt, is always around me Even that sentence requires me To question what I see Is there another word That can rattle your brain So feverishly, Back and forth. It’s there, doubt, I believe To bring us to the real… Read More ›

• Disposable Outcome

  By Grahamt on January 7, 2022 • ( 0 )

  

  A line of people waiting to get tested “Losing a day’s wage I am” A line of fighter jets just off the factory line And they discover a fault That will cost millions to fix (Don’t tell the taxpayer) A… Read More ›

• Vow

  By Grahamt on January 7, 2022 • ( 0 )

  

  If I say x And you say y, We’ll never know, How great the world Could be.

• Door to Door

  By Grahamt on January 2, 2022 • ( 0 )

  He is at home Peeping through the curtains Blue light spinning around the walls Of what he called his sitting room Although he had never had one soul come to visit And sit in the sitting room during the twenty… Read More ›

• Flattery

  By Grahamt on December 30, 2021 • ( 0 )

  

  Pinned there bitterly by my rat faced nemesis

  And his po faced beau,

  When his mood was cold and black.

• Goodnight

  By Grahamt on September 23, 2021 • ( 0 )

  It is absolutely impossible To breath in tandem with your Fellow man or woman. We have gone to war And the battles are ubiquitous Yet undefined Yes Confusion at death The numbers numb Drowning in phlegm Goodnight, unspoken, Last moments… Read More ›

• The Heather and the Heathen

  By Grahamt on March 16, 2021 • ( 0 )

  

  Moors, waterfalls, thistles Mountains spiked with pine trees In clusters, a verdant floor home To many, too small to see, Or too large to approach with Threats unknown In the Scottish wild. It is here where once I could walk… Read More ›

• This poem has been cancelled

  By Grahamt on February 22, 2021 • ( 2 )

  

  I woke up to the news that Christmas had been cancelled Because the little white Jesus offended so many people So I tried to get back to my dreams but woke up yet again Wondering what would be cancelled next…. Read More ›

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