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December 2016 – jpoet7
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A poetic licence to experiment. December 30, 2016. December 25, 2016. Awake unto the silence of the night. An eerie feeling, shadows in the light. A peace that only inner love can find. On Christmas Day let joy and grace. Let not anger spoil this precious day. Relax, rejoice or maybe even pray. How lucky that we can even see. A present underneath the Christmas. Be thankful for what this yuletide brings. Be not obsessed with just material things. Think of those less fortunate than you. December 18, 2016.
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Trumpets blast – jpoet7
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A poetic licence to experiment. Trumpets blast, but will it last. Fear now fills the halls of power. An oligarch has left his tower. Spread the wealth among his friends. Regardless who he must offend. Can the world survive this fate. Major powers he’ll isolate. Without the blue just red and white. Steals like a thief into the night. Like many leaders gone before. Who on a pedestal did roar. A man of peace came laid his hand. He found his power built on quicksand. December 13, 2016. Enter your comment here.
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Christmas in dublin – jpoet7
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A poetic licence to experiment. December 15, 2016. Remembering my mother at 92. On a visit to the cemetery. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Blog at WordPress.com.
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Nature lost – jpoet7
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A poetic licence to experiment. December 30, 2016. Some celebrate. Some shed a tear. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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January 2017 – jpoet7
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A poetic licence to experiment. January 30, 2017. 8220;No regrets” edited? January 29, 2017. January 29, 2017. While walking on The Hill of Howth. January 16, 2017. January 16, 2017. January 16, 2017. January 16, 2017. January 10, 2017. Smog has lifted across the land. All that’s left is shifting sand. Where once the raging river ran. Natures thirst is drained by man. Deserted now the forest floor. Oil slicks mar the sandy shore. Wading birds all feather bound. Choking fish, a burial ground.
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It only happens once a year – jpoet7
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A poetic licence to experiment. It only happens once a year. December 12, 2016. Let joy and sadness both combine. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
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Trumpets blast – jpoet7
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A poetic licence to experiment. Trumpets blast, but will it last. Fear now fills the halls of power. An oligarch has left his tower. Spread the wealth among his friends. Regardless who he must offend. Can the world survive this fate. Major powers he’ll isolate. Without the blue just red and white. Steals like a thief into the night. Like many leaders gone before. Who on a pedestal did roar. A man of peace came laid his hand. He found his power built on quicksand. December 13, 2016. Enter your comment here.
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jpoet7 – Page 2 – A poetic licence to experiment
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A poetic licence to experiment. While walking on The Hill of Howth. January 16, 2017. January 16, 2017. January 16, 2017. January 16, 2017. January 10, 2017. Smog has lifted across the land. All that’s left is shifting sand. Where once the raging river ran. Natures thirst is drained by man. Deserted now the forest floor. Oil slicks mar the sandy shore. Wading birds all feather bound. Choking fish, a burial ground. Businessmen in pin stripe suits. Ladies dressed in designer boots. January 1, 2017. Your ki...
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Remembering my mother at 92 – jpoet7
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A poetic licence to experiment. Remembering my mother at 92. Remembering my mother at 92. ( an excerpt from a work in progress. The pipe always reminds me of my father). December 15, 2016. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out.
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On a visit to the cemetery – jpoet7
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A poetic licence to experiment. On a visit to the cemetery. Walk out through spirits past. Footprints in the frozen grass. Sunshine casts a shadow fair. Warming all souls lying there. Birdsong in the treetops sound. Add beauty to the holy ground. Memories within my heart. For those too early who depart. History buried under ground. Carved on tombstones all around. Rich or poor it’s hard to tell. A moral we should remember well. Depart this world without a care. To do this true love you must share.
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