Carey Lenehan Poems

In this hour
Categorized immigrants plod, hands filled with hope
in two directions, with one expression,
muted by dispossession and unsure
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Can I put the leaders of the world on trial,
Force them to climb down
from their ashened pedastals
and confess the wrongs
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I'm not inspired by love today
And with the sky a solid grey
The world of nature leaves me numb
I'm trying but the words won't come
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Summer flies by and the soft voices cry
for a mist of cool and a clear blue sky
White clouds drift and within their mist
is a safe, still place like a solitary kiss
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Carry me on your sloping shoulders
and I will try to grip on with my toes,
my arms around your neck, crouched here, clinging.
Leap with me from branch to hanging branch
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I dream about innumerable things
Vast and fervent wonderings
Gallant knights and days of old
Battles fought and heroes bold
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What are the things you cannot know,
the moods and shades I cannot show,
the many nuances of myself,
Stuck dust collecting on the shelf?
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Ask yourself,

What does it take to be a ‘Terrorist'
To put cities and nations, under the fist?
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I watched the Dinosaur crawl from the bowels of the mountain.
We heard the rumble as it climbed up from the bony bed,
from the rock,
Into the cold sunlight, between the pillars of ancient Gods it ambled,
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I feel, therefore I love,
yet
what is love but a diverse melange of base ingredients,
clumsily blended by inept hearts,
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