Chris Lane Poems

The Wood has begun to smolder
And you as usual are far too
Self centered to understand!
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This is not a Witch hunt
and You are not on trial
but for sure I am bewitched
when you make me smile.
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A thousand million
Brilliant Stars:
This quiet, quiet night.
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In keeping with tradition the elders watched the sky
Around the last days before, the Winter Sun would die:

Like her Mother before her, she'd send the children up
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The purple Irises glistened
in the morning stillness
with three tongues that lick
as if to catch a dew drop
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Westbound on the N71
At the foot of the Curragh
Before we ascend
I slow to remind you...
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Mother in Time.

She is time, seen through life
and I am enjoying her company:
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The bride is beautiful but she is married to another man'.
And so concluded the Swiss Rabbis findings
while conducting a hands on survey of Palestine
back in 1897 while scoping out a homeland
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Some environmentally friendly nation
Or individual corporation
Could easily donate
Alternative electrical generating equipment
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The slave found freedom
when the weakest link gave way
in the chain of oppression
known as mental slavery
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