John Sensele Poems

A bird and a third in hand
Can't spring from a wand
You spin when pressure under your skin
Sticks into your heart to a pricky pin.
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At high speed I flee from the tedium stage
Fearing indecision might trip my precious time page
Which over years of sweat I've built
And now to defend to the hilt.
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Ditch kids, street walkers, hippies and HipHop hustlers don't scatter
Although in your misconceptions and perceptions they don't matter
As God in creatures, crazy and crafty, clever and braver invested value
Which your wealth and stealth do their best to devalue and paint blue.
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It's been hard living
In anger and longer without forgiving
The bloke who broke my heart
But I'm glad company we had to part.
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I never sought the confrontation
Nor to worsen their temptation
To steal the freedom
I deny lives their terror fiefdom.
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Death stalks blokes who ride in cosy coffins
Deluding their souls no high price they pay for sins
They accumulate undulating marriages
Believing death stalks not their coffin carriages.
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Always abide by the truth
At all times shying away from being uncouth
To mom, dad, brother and sister be kind
And plenty peace always find and bind.
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Down with gowns of towns
That frown upon mounds and sounds of poverty
Pounding grounds where a pauper downs
Brown braces, faces and laces which disown the dawn of the negritude novelty
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Four fifty, I jump off my bed
Priming my mind for the day to get ahead
Firstly, I win the battle raging in my mind
Determined time and space I should find
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Love is my wonder woman
Love sounds like the ballad to which my heart waltzes
Love looks like the guardian flying into my avid arms
Love feels like soft texture of the pillow on I dream sweet dreams
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