Douglas Scotney Poems

There is no detectable sign of love
In man afraid of dying.
He's lost all love's design.
Or is it, increased signs of love
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Wanting what was 'grand',
he looked up 'connoisseur',
the 'universe',
'...to perfect the mind of man'.
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..............gather father
bother mother
alive relive
siege sieve
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The best of the other in the one.
The best of the one in the other.
Either in the one or the other,
the best of the other or the one.
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A thing never was it,
is like it,
and will never be it.
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Who are used to getting it,
who suddenly don't get it,
attack it as being to blame,
then put on weight
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You say to the police
you've done something
that's made you a bull's-eye for who
have no compunction
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Charity careerists
move to unhappy times
when those they’re in
show signs of happy.
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As ōs was a mouth in Rome,
and ōsculum, a little mouth, a kiss,
and a little mouth is a kiss for us,
and mocks, and probably mocked in Rome,
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I'm interested in your exploration
of garlic's contribution to sensation,
how it's connected to sexual fire;
how come without it I still have desire.
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