Short poems

No less real.

No less real.

13/04/18

There’s a million moons alight those eyes.

City lights like candle flickers in the daylight of memory.

Glimpses behind the eyes like tealights that grow earth wings we feel.

You might not be on board but they’re no less real.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Short poems

Two deer

Two deer.

12/04/18

Two deer on a lake stick out like tame squirrels in a suit pocket so docile and free.

Like I am the wild and the wild is me.

A compilation of serenity.

A blindfold of full colour.

Reflected in the like.

I’m both me and my brother.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Tested

Tested

09/04/2018

I watched her purity read my spirit.

I watched her thirst drink my mind.

I refueled my forgiveness when she placed her hand in mine.

She read my every thought with a finger down the line.

A sentence to the solitude “I’m not yours but you are mine”

I watched her purity read my spirit.

I succumbed unto her breast.

Was this a new reality?

Another of his tests?

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Short poems, Tom Orrow

Gin and Whisky

Gin and Whisky

09/04/2018

She cleaned her teeth with gin and whisky.

Her hair a fresh bleach cream.

She rode him in the darkness in the middle of a dream.

Tom Orrow captured every nuance with a silver plated lense.

The memory like a photograph that never seems to end.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Short poems

An unusual darkness.

An unusual darkness.

09/04/2018

I’ve had an unusual life where I got to meet a million people I didn’t like in ways I didn’t want.

People who made me listen to nonsense who forced opinion and blurred the lines between logic and reason.

People who tried to manipulate me in my own hunting season.

They wonder why it’s them now in my sights.

Screaming.

© G.P Williamson 2018

 

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Short poems

Bubblegum Fairy’s

Bubblegum Fairy’s

07/04/18

Bubblegum Fairy’s

Walks in the sand.

Breeze through our hair.

Hand in hand.

Candyfloss connections.

Volleyball reflections.

Dancing with drinks,

with apricot deceptions.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Short poems

Fighting for forgiveness.

Fighting for forgiveness.

23/03/2018

They forgave me evidently when I couldn’t forgive myself.

Why wouldn’t they? Surely it’s a pain to find someone else.

I may have my queries but I love what I do.

I love in my loving and of that few people do.

I care open hearted. I’m honest – empathic.

So feeling too much comes a special kind of dramatic.

It’s like capping a thermometer but not stopping the heat.

Like Rocky Balboa beating his meat.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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