Alan Bruce Thompson Poems

I’m sorry, but I must now go,
“Oh! please don’t, don’t leave me just so”.

We’ve all those times together, those wondrous days,
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I can’t concentrate, can’t get things done,
The medicine I take, makes me quite numb.

With a hundred things to do, I can’t even do one,
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Is this true love? What else should it be?
Holding your heart in my hands, breathing your ecstasy.

Moving into the space where you were,
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Feeling torn apart, very pulled down,
No room for a smile, beneath this heavy frown.
Why do I get so low? so close to the floor,
I kick myself a round, then do it some more.
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I smiled to myself behind the crack in the wall,
Where I spied down on the business below me in the hall.
Normally I hide as a fly in the room,
But this time they sprayed all flies to their doom.
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I don’t want to be seen not doing good,
We will be told what to do, and be told we should.

If we don’t do, we are told, who? what? and why?
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I enjoyed chewing the grass with my usual cat’s flair,
It’s the best way to dislodge those balls of hair.

They get caught in my throat as I love to lick my fur,
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I spring out of the water to get some air and light,
I agitate the ocean, when it fluoresces at night.

I read the minds of sailors as they gaze out to sea,
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Oh how war has changed in 50 years,
Where is the front Line? the trenches? the barriers?

The virtual battle field, the Game Boys of War,
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Most look forward to the relaxation of Friday night,
The boss and the workmates finally out of sight.

After a week of stress, I can sleep or drug the mind,
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