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solvitur-ambulando
We are buffeted by the brutality of constant demands That erode the inner steel we put up To block out the absurdity of life. Always looking forward, to what? To time ticking down As we move inexorably to unity in our everlasting darkness of nothing The stupidity will hit us one day A tsunami of regret Why did I keep the madness at bay instead of embracing it and taking it out to dance.
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Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 6:32 AM UTC
Absurdly yours
We wake to our monochrome future A way of life dictated top down From a power that thinks it knows best To tell us want to think, what to do. Be comformist, compliant, collective. Or else. So History’s mistake repeats itself When will the lesson be learned? True power lies in being powerless It pinpricks the tarpaulin that suffocates opinion. An irrepressible vibrant culture of individualism seeps colour up through the drains to the city’s beige surface. It is irresistible for it is who we are. We swim in the ocean of thought it releases Our souls lie between the ocean and the darkness of the night sky There, we are untouchable There, victory lies.
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
Not again
We constantly fear our being here means nothing. That life, our constant strife brings no objective. That our heart at birth just starts because of evolution. We dread the thought that we are nought but atomised vacuity. Yet in this deep doubt is an instinct so stout it tells us we exist for a purpose. And that instinct we cannot ignore.
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Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 9:09 AM UTC
Meaning
This city is lost in the wilderness Our Trappist souls to discover Our billowing needs stripped down to less A chance inwardly to recover. Let us not lay waste this time to reflect Let the sigh of the wind lift our thoughts Let snippets of kindness expand and collect Let us love, for our time here is short.
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 9:17 AM UTC
This city is lost in the wilderness
You tap your watch in those holes of time The glint in your eye taunting, ‘Oh Life, so brutally rationed. Such a shame. Tick tock!’ Sands pour down an unforgiving hush. You beast. How I yearn to escape you. How your coiled fingers tighten their grasp As you throw back your head And cackle at the futility Of my struggle. For I am you And we are one Forever my worst enemy.
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 3:21 AM UTC
Soul
We wake. We worry what the day will bring If a second coffee is too much a thing If the milk is off, if the washing is done Can we do the ironing before the clock strikes one? Will the dust that lurks in those little nooks Under lampshades lips and on top shelve books Accumulate to cause our death rattle cough So we’re undiscovered ‘til the stench turns rough? Has the dog been walked, has the cat been fed? Has he tidied his room and made his bed? Can I afford this and that? Have I remembered to shave? Will I retire with no savings to misbehave? Was the work I did yesterday correct? Will it cause huge problems to resurrect? And lead many fingers to point at me Will I be sacked for everyone to see? Is my income sufficient, have I over spent? Will I have enough to pay my rent? Do I rail at colleagues and think they conspire To burn my career on a funeral pyre At night when my mind should be shut down These thoughts of woe go round and round Petty nonsense obsessions are my default I wish I could stop them, tell them to halt But the human condition is like this A constant search for tranquil bliss Beyond our reach, an impossible mission For stress and sorrow are the human condition.
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Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 6:53 PM UTC
Built for sorrow
War forged your reputation Inspiring language convinced your nation: Never, never, never Surrender. To give blood toil tears and sweat, Our duty this day to be done for No victory was more important than this. Civilisation’s saviour are you Heralding the truth when none believed Until it was too late, most thought. Redoubt sprang forth from your words Courageous transcending oratory Hope sublime in hopeless times Inciting minds beyond logic Lives were lost in sacrifice for Lives saved in ensuing generations. We shall never forget
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Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
Remember
Dive high! Dive low! Throwing off powdered eggshell fragments as you go flying through the air, your smile so broad, that cackling chuckle, your smoothing style. You sparkle above the brilliant blue then dip once more to start your darting turn anew. So cute! So smart! Playfulness fills the heart Brim full with a cheerful lightness You arc like a swallow and swoon into the brightness of your glittering foil ocean pure happiness your motion Nature’s gift You uplift A cure So pure Youth and age as one unite Watching you all day and night As you bring a joy so right so natural, so pink and so true……. Goodbye, my friends, we’ll miss you.
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Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 4:25 AM UTC
Father and son watching pink dolphins
Corona Corona Coronavirus Why is it that you despise us? So much so that you do cause All of us to stay indoors Romance is hard enough a task To do without wearing face masks You’ve taken from us that sheer bliss Of leaning in and stealing a kiss. You were pretty dire as a beer Weak as water, insincere One sip left you wishing, “please no more!” And what the hell was that lemon for? This “work from home thing” is not all that Have you seen the size of Hong Kong flats! Sure they may be expensive as hell, But they’re not much bigger than prison cells. Now supermarkets are anarchy and fear As people fight the shelves to clear No toilet paper or liquid soap Sanitizer (and condoms?), don’t even hope. You’ve destroyed so many jobs of ours The economy will bear your scars For this year and many far beyond Your after effects felt very long So time out now, we’ve had enough It’s time for us to call your bluff We are sick of fearing when we cough Please pack your bags and just f—- off!
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 2:46 AM UTC
Ode to the coronavirus
Clowns abound around the town, wearing crowns, gowns and frowns, as sounds drown and pound up and down the brown mound. Oh the renown astounds the nouns of those clowns.
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Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 10:30 AM UTC
Frowning Clowns