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Poems

Pleasure, oh pleasure sitting in silence
Among the lime trees
The silence of delight
A perfect pardon
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
No hurry, no hurry
To go anywhere
While strangers offer smiles
Such perfect smiles
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Magic a specialisation
A practical specialisation
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
People of all kinds
Come streaming by
Pilot people
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
People passing with such power
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
All power is violence
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Pleasure, oh pleasure
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
No power is needed here
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Only truth and justice
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
No grievous ache remains a mystery
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
That purple mass made clear
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
An aroma here
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
An exuding stupefying aroma
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
That startles the sparrows
Identical sparrows
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Other silence is unequal
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
A quivering tenor of silence
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Gilded silence that flashes
Hazily across the vision
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Frenzied silence, irresistible silence
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Silence split into fragments
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Fragments that remain intact
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Silence that vanishes from sight
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
A severed silence
That remains infused
Golden and deceptive
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Like split up bandits
On the run
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Who race up two
Different boulevards
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
A day return silence
Always nervous and irritable
Sitting her in silence
Among the lime trees
A softening handsome
Lilac colored silence
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Regal in its resonance
Of romance
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
A silence of scarlet kerchiefs
Wears a tail coat
Has black raven hair
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Trying to catch spiders
Rats, little devils and dogs
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Day breaks
Inexorably in silence
Over the poet
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
The unstoppable
Silence of silence
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Such silence once started
Is unstoppable
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Such as the strange silence
One finds in snow
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Silence in a deserted shout
Sitting here in silence
Among the lime trees
Oh such silent noise
Such silent noise
Silent noise, silent
Nadia DeLevea  Oct 2013
Class
Nadia DeLevea Oct 2013
Sitting, sitting, siting...
It's only been two minutes.
I swear it's been fifteen.
I'm cold.
I'm tired.
Tired of sitting.
Still sitting.
Two more minutes...
Still sitting.
I may be here forever.
I'm getting restless.
Why is the clock so slow?
Sitting, sitting, sitting.
Still sitting.
Two more minutes,
Now it's been eight...
Shouldn't class have ended by now?
Hasn't the time been more than enough?
It will be a miracle to make it through this.
Sitting some more.
Three minutes this time.
I can't help but look at the evil clock.
I tell myself to quit,
But I look again.
Ten minutes creep by.
I swear it was forty-five.
Two more minutes...
There's only seven more.
Still sitting, sitting, sitting.
I can't take much more.
I've been sitting my life away.
Just sitting here.
Five more to go.
I'm cold.
I'm tired.
I'm hungry.
I'm dying...
All I want is to go home.
Away from this torture chamber that is my class.
Time must have slowed down further.
I was unaware that time was capable of slowing down this much.
I keep on sitting through it.
Sitting, sitting, sitting some more.
Two minutes,
It feels like fifty.
Only one more to go.
I'll never make it.
Class dismissed,
I run for my life.
But I'll be back tomorrow.
Back to sit some more.
Class™  By Nadia DeLevea