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Write me a letter
About your day
Mention all the problems
That stood in your way
Show me I’m human
And it’s not just me
Who has the same worries
Over a cup of tea
An offspring argument
Or a neighbours row
Show me you have the same
And share it with me now
Thank you!
You are in essence clearly to me
The ninth wonder of the world
Strong and bold
Unique and impressive
And nothing in this world
Gets anywhere close to being similar

A beacon of love created by the gods
My ninth wonder of the world
Beautiful and alluring
Fascinating and shining
If anything out there is the same
Then I’m yet to find it

Brought through space on the tail of comets
For me my ninth wonder of the world
Clever and funny
Warm and mysterious
If someone is found with the same perfection
I’ll accept it but doubt I’ll really believe it
The sea and the sky combine
To form an oil painting in my mind
As the fluffiness of sleep encircles
And traps me to my bed
Through the semi conscious world I wander
Shoeless across surreal plains
Never quite getting to grips
With the surroundings I’m submerged inside
I somehow know it’s not real
Yet it feels like I should be here
The beautiful colours and strange images
Are magical yet misshapen in view
Wild grass rises
Amongst the stinging nettles
Whilst residing in a world
That dances and never settles
And fields that hum so brightly
Of a yellow piercing glow
Like the bees fur as they fly
With their stings out on show
Along farmers fences
The ragged trees twist
Touched by the sunshine
But yet to be kissed
The fertile soil
All ripe and accepting
Like a bride on the altar
Lustful and expecting
Sly foxes roaming around
Cunning and conniving
Out creating trouble
With all their ducking and their diving
Farmers collecting their harvest
Monotonous in their domain
Sat lonely on ***** tractors
Weary of the rain
The rivers rushing frantic
Fishes hiding below
Reeds provide cover
For their fins as they go
Sheep’s baa and cows moo
As they wander aimless along
Wood and metal pen them in
When they sing the country song
On the river bank
Stands the narcissistic old willow
A strong change of wind
Has it weeping into its pillow
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Pradip Chattopadhyay:
“I think of death now, but more than that, the life I left behind.”

this is like gray hair,
one day, just there,
lower back pain, joins the train,
this retrospection inspection,
seasonal,
neither spring summer or winter,
just a unique fall,
like gray hair,
appearing slowly,
surprisingly unsurprising.


there is no wisdom herein,
just timed capsule release
decay.
the weaker the eyesight becomes,
the squinting routine,
we see every moment,
through a rearguard retreat.



did we win, or just
stalemate?
we cannot accept
the sense of lost,
so squint harder,
for looking ahead
is refused
for that is a neutral state,
facing backwards
is the only warranted
directive,
that you must, must
take to make hard
judgement.
Hello dear happiness
I wonder how you found me
On this day of imperial dread
I never sought your help
Quite the opposite to tell the truth
As I spent the day in bed
Like the serpent as it invaded Adams garden
You just slithered in
Without a pardon
And as I flittered my tired eyes
The warmness of your softening skin
Was a welcoming surprise
So thank you dear happiness
As I cuddle you closely
On this morning of bright sunshine
And as I hold you even tighter
The world outside
Now seems beautiful and lighter
The little girl dances
Under the branch’s of the willow
And every time she feels the leaves
She remembers lowering the pillow

Dancing through the forest
Where the roses form like blood
She sniffs the scented open petals
And gently removes her hood

Along the rocks of the river
She lies down under the sun
Remembering how she took his life
A ****** just for fun

A troubled soul since childhood
Left in the minds of the ill
No matter how strong she put up the fight
She was taken against her will

But now she has her moment
And now she takes her turn
She runs across the grassy valley
To catch her uncle on her return

Through the streets her feet run
Into the school gates
And there as the bell begins to ring
She watches and she waits

The clouds fly overhead
And the birds dob up and down
Then she stabs him through the chest
He falls with a frown

Then she runs towards the road
Anticipating the next ****
He’s the one who makes it complete
The father in law she knew as Bill
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