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I have no place of mine
Up-to far and far from here
I see no people of mine
the criminal water with the flood
took everything away
the smiles and the dreams
the hope and the confidence
the people's laughter you hear underwater
Is the sound of my people's whine
up-to far and far I see no people of mine.
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Sunday Morning: A Dead ‘Possum and Broken Glass
After the buzzards pluck the ‘possum’s eyes
Like businessmen at the airport Holiday Inn
Choosing olives for their plates at the buffet
It will still be grinning at the sun
After the beer bottle’s empty promises
And the powderings of broken glass have worn away
Along with the tire-tread promises of ads
A cardboard temptress will still be grinning at drunks
“We moved 84,000 cases this month”
The latest life-partner pukes on the trailer floor
Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 9:22 PM UTC
Every night,
I tell you,
“Go to sleep, good night.”
But deep inside,
I whisper,
“No… stay a little longer.”
Expectations always hurt —
and your reply is always the same: "Okay, bye. GN."
Just out of care,
because you know lack of sleep harms my health.
And I know —
you always wanted to have a long conversation,
where there’s nothing to share,
but just presence is all we craved.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 8:41 AM UTC