Gary Fellows Poems

Out of the ashes, a burning ember
Broken down from May to December
Still and quiet, as time doth race
'Til we hitch a ride, to another place
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Hitch Hiking
From place to place
From time to time
Influenced by rhythm
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A harsh breeze blows on their soft faces
No trees left for wind to whistle through
But Captains blow redresses the deficit
Orders to push from safely behind
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Did I take a wrong turn
Did I lose my way
Miss the things that matter
Did I fail you without my noticing
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In the dead of night
Coughing
Catch a cold
Catch my breath
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Why don’t you just snap out of it?
I hear them say to me
Pull yourself together they say
So I don’t expect empathy
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Dancing, Skating
Singing for TV
Integrity so void
Empty soulless not free
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We are two doves
You and I
Fluttering around in a metaphoric sky
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Deep dark blackness
Bleak black darkness
Those timeless wonders
Of Red-Shift madness
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I feel such a swine
As I ponder these words
This richly stained pigment
Sometimes dogmatic
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