Short

30 September, 2013

It Hurts

The door closes.
I know it is you
Just know it
It hurts...

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I Am More Than

I am more than an employee
I am more than a servant
I am more than an image
I am more than an engineer...

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To Go With Or Without

A fork, life’s path, in front
paths, no sign
the decision

both burdoned
companion, heavly burdoned

...

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Anchored

Injustice, done
Pain, etched deep
Scar, from space to sea...

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Exam

God, I walked into an exam today,
And sat myself in a sunny bay,
Got my pens out and got ready for work,
And all I could think of...

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Jacob

There was this mouse called Jacob.
And he lived there with neighbours,
Who were mice haters,
Called cats,
And he lived there with a mole,...

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Walking

Walking through a crowded street,
See a girl I’d love to meet,
Walk up to her and touch her hand...

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Race

What’s the point in bringing the doctor in here,
What’s the point in showing that tear,
You smile when it’s funny, the theme is your charm
You look very settled and calm....

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It Hurts

Categories The Arts

The door closes.
I know it is you
Just know it
It hurts

Continue reading

I Am More Than

Categories The Arts

I am more than an employee
I am more than a servant
I am more than an image
I am more than an engineer

Continue reading

To Go With Or Without

Submitted by Ian  poetry 14 March, 2012

Categories The Arts

A fork, life’s path, in front
paths, no sign
the decision

both burdoned
companion, heavly burdoned

Continue reading

Anchored

Submitted by Ian  poetry 18 April, 2003

Categories The Arts

Injustice, done
Pain, etched deep
Scar, from space to sea

Continue reading

Exam

Categories The Arts

God, I walked into an exam today,
And sat myself in a sunny bay,
Got my pens out and got ready for work,
And all I could think of

Continue reading

Jacob

Categories The Arts

There was this mouse called Jacob.
And he lived there with neighbours,
Who were mice haters,
Called cats,
And he lived there with a mole,

Continue reading

Walking

Categories The Arts

Walking through a crowded street,
See a girl I’d love to meet,
Walk up to her and touch her hand

Continue reading

Race

Submitted by Ian  poetry 1 May, 1974

Categories The Arts

What’s the point in bringing the doctor in here,
What’s the point in showing that tear,
You smile when it’s funny, the theme is your charm
You look very settled and calm.

Continue reading