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mlk Sep 2020
It's the same old story
for the millionth time.
The same stale thoughts
return to my mind.

Why is what I want to be
always beyond my reach.
Why do I  never seem
to practice what I preach.

I don't mean to make excuses
or helplessly whine.
But I somehow **** it up
and the fault is all mine.

These lofty ideas
From the books on my shelves
Seem to just fall through
Because I don't change myself.
Disappointing myself (again)
mlk Jul 2020
an overcast sky
we hurry to the clothesline
the rain gets there first
a rainy afternoon
  May 2020 mlk
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
  May 2020 mlk
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
mlk Feb 2020
No zippers
Just elastic
This bottomwear
Is fantastic.
mlk Feb 2020
anxiety took a hold of me
and i froze on the stairs
the crowd had closed in all around
almost bringing me to tears


out of nowhere you appeared
and offered me your hand
and steered me through the frenzied crowd
why? i could never understand

i will never quite forget
this kind act of salvation
and the grace of a good Samaritan
at the crowded railway station.
To the girl at the railway station
6th December 2016
  Dec 2019 mlk
Sara Teasdale
When I am all alone
Envy me most,
Then my thoughts flutter round me
In a glimmering host;

Some dressed in silver,
Some dressed in white,
Each like a taper
Blossoming light;

Most of them merry,
Some of them grave,
Each of them lithe
As willows that wave;

Some bearing violets,
Some bearing bay,
One with a burning rose
Hidden away —

When I am all alone
Envy me then,
For I have better friends
Than women and men.
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