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Yellow Morning Half-light
The yellow morning half-light How long have I been here Waiting, loathing, watching This cold, lonely place An empty house Pitch black, empty windows That cruel night All those years ago Someone is...
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Poetry 365 – Day 40 (Werewolves Really Do Exist)
The distant howling, piercing the still night air Modern day mayhem, terror in the suburbs A creature most vile, here among us Treacherous yet free, stalking city parks Half wolf, half man, not...
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Poetry 365 – Day 65 (Your Heart is Mine)
The hands were the first thing I saw, other worldly, surely not the hands of man. Dark, long, bony fingers but immensely strong. I sat alone in the quiet of the night, I had been expecting his visit...
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How Much!
How much! The cosmetic surgeon sat impassive at his desk. He knew the old man sitting in front of him would pay, they always did. It was a small price for a procedure so revolutionary that few even...
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Shackled in A Holy Place
The two old doors hadn’t been opened in hundreds of years, today though was time. The great and the good of the district had gathered to see events unfold. A small crowd stood quietly outside this...
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Poetry 365 – Day 237 (My Malaise)
A dark drifting cloud Like a sudden summer storm Brooding, building, rumbling Hanging over my head Sullen, sad , tortured faces Are all I see My malaise Where did it come from? It belongs elsewhere Not...
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Poetry 365 – Day 296 (First Light)
Inspired by the NaPoWriMo challenge for April 2015 – Day Twenty One “Our prompt for today is an old favourite – the erasure! This involves taking a pre-existing text and blacking out or erasing words,...
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100 Short Stories #4 (A Cold Room)
“OK stop there Frank. We don’t do surnames around here, your first name will do,” said Jake. The unimposing room was cold and poorly lit. Two chairs, a table, a small electric heater working flat-out...
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Poetry 365 – Day 213 (Did They Just Say My Name)
Sit quietly in a park, a school, a town Well almost anywhere In truth A rat or two will Pass along Night or day I was among the haters The only good rat A dead one They sense the fear Feel the loathing...
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Poetry 365 – Day 249 (Restoring Order)
Sleep ends abruptly The room still dark A grey half-light Seeping from outside in A distant half-moon Weak, loosing its battle With darkness The darkness that fills our lives Darkness so alien Yet part...
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