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Apr 2013 Maggie

Roger Turner - Poet

To set a goal and be "class clown"
Is not something good, I'm stating
I was the one who wrote his words
I was the "class clown in waiting"

A yard stick and a winter toque
A voyaguer I now was
To inherit a new character
As I aged, became a loss

Was bullying the reason for
Hiding behind a mask
Or was it something deeper
That made me take this task

A true class clown has no regrets
Of what they say or do
Their only goal is laughter
And that they'll get from you

Attention seeking misfits
Not in my book, there was no way
You couldn't be a misfit
And say what they would say

A true "class clown"'s an artist
Knowing when to make a scene
Knowing when a situation
Needs a lift, or at least a lean

Voices with strange accents
Silly faces set the stage
You get the class all laughing
While the teacher fumes with rage

Move on from the "class clown" name
And pursue it with a crowd
Do you really crave attention?
Do you want the laughter loud?

Or were you starved for some attention
Something you never got at home
Were you troubled as a child
Did it cause your mind to roam?

Were you deficient in your memory?
Couldn't handle work at school?
Or did you really crave the laughter?
Because on stage you could be cool

I envy people who were clowns
There were many in my life
To just be free with who they were
To dance upon the knife

I never was the top banana
I was always second, on the side
I always worked well as the set-up
But I came along and rode the ride

Apr 2013 Maggie

Somewhere between us; a wall.

Apr 2013 Maggie

Emma

Somewhere between us; a wall.

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sprouted
a
wall

Hurdling over it used to be fun.
until it grew, and we had to mount it
but even then, the feat of
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made me appreciate seeing you more

but now it has
become so big
that our voices
are barely able
to attain the pe
ak; even the m
emories of you
have trouble re
-aching me pa
st the obstacle
that i now see
instead of you
r soft, soft eyes

I miss the touch of your palm against my palm
Now I can only press it against this disdainful and cold brick wall,
hoping that you might be pressing your hand against the same brick,
just on the other side.
hoping that my warmth might eventually sink through to you,
that my rain/tears might corrode the clay
hoping that maybe, maybe, maybe

you will hope the same thing too.

Apr 2013 Maggie

Mistake

Apr 2013 Maggie

Robyn

Mistake

Selfish
Ungrateful
How hateful
Am I?
You're all that I asked for
But I said goodbye
How could I?
You are perfect
And ask little of me
Above me
Gods laughing
And basking
In irony

I'm so, so sorry

You notice the little things
The things I do barely
And warily
I loved you
But I still wasn't careful
I used you
And hurt you
And I miss everything of you
Though I still cannot love you

I want you to know

That if I ever do
I will never say no

Yes, this is about you.