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The Unicorn

The unicorn

13/10/17

She breathed fire in a mysterious turn of events.

She glowed the coals of a thousand soul’s who’s embers lit up roasting homes.

They dreamt of cocoa, morning coffee, Halloween and sticky toffee.

Inhaled as her chest moved quick.

The cloud in sparks, hooves clickety tick.

Shining like pure silver after the Autumn fall.

Gone like a shot into the night sky, a miracle to us all.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

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Astrallers

Astrallers

07/10/17

They travel on bended knees through broken trees and weave through dreams when Christmas looms.

All for you so one day you can see them too.

They help them, guide them. Redirect them to the light behind them and you ridicule and blind them? Make memories subside to cover and hide them?

Shame their beliefs.

Bequeath the will to guide them.

You can’t find them.

The light shows both placidity and care.

Accept the world you’ve come to know because it…….it isn’t there.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

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How to be poetic.

How to be poetic.

04/10/17

How to be poetic said the literate to the fool.

Have you felt no meanings? He asked not ridiculed.

Have you not tasted sophistication?

Lay on a bale of hay?

Sang along in unison or wondered night and day?

How to be poetic said the literate to the fool.

Have you not a memory?

Been around the world?

Have you never pondered why the boys they chase the girls?

How to be poetic said the literate to the fool.

Weren’t you educated at your colleges and schools?

Did university have not both a bar and pool?

Don’t you see the tears of another handsome fool?

How to be poetic said the literate to the fool.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

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Rationalisation.

Rationalisation.

11/09/2017

Tell your wife to stop calling me in the night.

I feel her warmth in imagery held tight.

Like a rainbow in moonlight.

Frogskin essence a trickle down canvess like a subdued renaissance.

Passionate without the intimacy, a clear sense of touch but through me, like a visualisation, a meditation, a realisation of no medication.

Ceased to be yet ever present. I miss you. I miss your education. The clever conversation and all we could learn about education.

Tell your wife to stop calling me in the night.

Rationalisation.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

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Tormented November

Tormented November

07/09/2017

She rode the night like November depended on her torment.

Her pale thighs broke the darkness in rhythmic unison like shooting stars across a night sky.

The velvet shoes glistened softly in the moonlight as the lace curtain drifted softly in the cool air.

A young man’s fantasy vanished as it became a reality.

Before the dawn, the age of man was born.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

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02/09/2017

I remember walking down that road in the heat.

I remember I’d never call that house a home.

I remember laughing endlessly with friends and naming those stars.

Where have those days gone?

I remember you drawing faces on iced cars with your finger.

The staff room at work and arguments that drove me crazy.

Where have those days gone baby?

I remember throwing in the towel a hundred times as a singleton.

Standing up a hundred more as I became a man.

I miss being who you once thought I am.

Specifically frozen in time, an icy craft.

For I was, just leaves a draft.

Too cold for temptation.

Too hot to stop first.

An empty nuance.

The bubble has burst.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

 

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Best ghosts ever

Best ghosts ever.

20/07/17

Interestingly she said don’t forget to be yourself, which is strange considering I was me or at least I presumed I was until she’d commented.

It was then I overthought her presence.

Fantasized about the situation and allowed my mind to run wild with unstoppable conclusions.

Illusions, falsities and make believe delusions.

Realities which could be if I believed and yet I didn’t believe.

I didn’t because I couldn’t remember who I was pretending to be.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

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