Brian Joseph Dickenson

I’m girding my loins for the war that’s begun
It won’t be a bloody war.
Just one in fun.
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Picking through old photographs.
Recalling ghosts of the past.
Remembering people and places,
But the pictures are all that will last.
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A screaming silence envelops the land,
Ghostly armies are marching.
Not even the sound of a muffled drum
To mark the soldiers passing.
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Clambering down from the cliffs above, down to the shore below.
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Missiles in the afternoon,
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As age takes its toll and our bodies fail.
The young sit around and listen to our tales,
Of days long past, when we were young,
And the world was ours with a song to be sung.
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Fingers poised above my keys,
Waiting for inspiration.
Brain not working, nothing coming.
Cerebral constipation.
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Beneath the oceans restless skin;
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We are bringing
Democracy’s torch.
Tho’ your land,
We may have to scorch.
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I love my cup of coffee in the morning.
Drinking it while droopy eyed and yawning
Connecting through the Internet
To Poemhunter, the best site yet.
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Lying at ease in the firelight.
Hunting alone in the dark.
Staring, with eyes hypnotic,
As it stalks the doves in the park.
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Decorated dwellings,
A festival of light.
Christmas stars and Santa’s,
Lighting up the night.
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Tossing and turning,
Sweating and yearning.
My dreams are all about you.
I awake all alone in my crumpled bed.
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Drifting through labyrinthine corridors of my mind.
Peering into dark corners,
Afraid of what I'll find.
Searching for a reason for being.
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From blackest skies the thunder roars,
Like creations cannons booming,
Lightening flashes rend the air;
Apocalypse riders looming.
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Old men can get grumpy,
Old men can complain.
They hate the cold weather.
And can’t stand the rain.
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A screaming silence envelops the land,
Ghostly armies are marching.
Not even the sound of a muffled drum
To mark the soldiers passing.
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Sinking slowly into the liquid
Warmth of your eyes I am drowning.
Enveloped by your gentle caress
My soul is soaring.
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Once long ago, when the world was quite new
And Eden had just been created.
God looked all around to admire his work,
And by all that he saw, was elated.
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You’re walking along
Without a care.
Suddenly!
You’re gasping for air.
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