CONTEMPORARY POETRY
Posted on July 1, 2013 by magda
A Special Day
Each time it comes around I search for words,for what is just one day in every year,that reveals itself in several iterations:some bring celebration, some a tear;
some can bring together lasting friendsand then surprise you when you feel them swayyour otherwise unshaken disposition;then some will come like any...
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Posted on June 29, 2013 by magda
Fortune
They see our hard earned fortune there,in marbled city suites,floating on a silky sail,the nap of leather seats.
We had the opportunity,the pool of genes in code,a secret reservation fora public school and Spode.
We had the opportunityto own the reason why,that predicates no chance for thoseunable to comply.
Our felony, was founded...
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Posted on June 26, 2013 by magda
Compassion Hurts
Connected to everything we carry the universe or are crushed by it. We must be strong to love the world. It’s hard to sit at the table of earth’s worst horrors My rich imagination is the power that shoves me...
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Posted on June 26, 2013 by magda
My Gran had a Time machine
My Gran had a time machineThere’s no other explanation.She had no CCTV screenor snitches to grass me in,from friends or neighbours lookingbehind twitching curtains, unseen.But she always knew what I had donewhen I was naughty, bad or cursed,or played cards on the Sabbath dayor stole...
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Posted on June 25, 2013 by magda
Consolation
I could be consoled with much less effortthan it takes to chase a fly from my face –a smile, a nod of approval, the touch of a hand.I prefer not, I rather prefer clingingto this self-criticism of mine –useless, shameless, a prison of guilt.Natural in human terms,a desire like...
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Posted on June 23, 2013 by magda
Authentic muse
Released from a life of freedom into ties that are sheer delight. my muse choreographs dreams, her thoughts are a surreal canter on the black stallion of night. Blush of dawn illumines her flight. her words eagle’s wings that soar
over mountains and quicksilver...
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Posted on June 21, 2013 by magda
Whatiwanabe
If I were a poet I’d teach the world to see All of the verses That dangle from a tree
I’d snatch a cloud from the sky And a fish from the sea And with a wink of my eye Make a whatiwannabe
I’d publish my poems On the sands of time...
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Posted on June 19, 2013 by magda
Emily (An Acrostic) Twenty One today. – I recallWhen you were just a babe in arms.Every finger and toe so small, Nose so cute and perfect smile to charmThe birds down from the highest tree.Yea big – nestling neatly in my arms. On this your birthday, I can seeNothing I would ever change....
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Posted on June 17, 2013 by magda
Our First Meeting She closed her perfect handAround my index finger.alert, content,listening to the familiar beatOf her mum’s heartAnd forever after, in mine. She looked at me and smiled.Eyes, mouth and cheeksin perfect harmony.Melting my heart like snowflakesOn an un-gloved handAnd I was smitten. I held her in my armsScared, awkward, and clumsilycradling ...
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Posted on June 17, 2013 by magda
That word… you know
The doohickey in my thingamybobHas got a broken widget,and I can’t tell with all this stuffmy gizmo from my gadget.My arm joint and my sittingend are simply too confusing.
A thingamyjjg is what I needto fix my old contraption,and nip this doubrey in the bud;It’s damaging my gubbins.
Whatshisname...
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