Geoffrey Fafard Poems

I bin walking all day an orl night
Bleedin are my feet hurting is my feet
Goin back to my home town
Cryin are my eyes saddest is my eyes
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You the spirit of my dreams
Lie in the longrass
Singing to me on the warm wind
The smell of death still present
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Your love frightens me so much
Although I love you with a fire born
In a dangerous part of my being
To see you this close, see every pore of your face
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Smacking the earth like an angry teacher
Pelting the green
Thick rain, thunderous rain, tumultuous rain
Pouring from a hidden vessel in the clouds
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It is raining rivers
All night long-steamy
It is raining this early morn
as I write these lines
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I saw today an apparition
An inspiration
or perhaps
A ghost
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The bleakest part of strategy is
when you have finally won and
there is no one to reward your effort
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A CAT
I talked to this cat at Cambridge
From a learned point of view
I told him that I talk a lot
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Iluka
Cold Coffee, Buddha and Pelicans.

Two pelicans sit on a muddy bank
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It is the dry season here
Yet raining green so strong
Verdant and perfumed
Giving life to it all
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