John Tansey Poems

Take Back My Free Will
God, please…

Take back this free will
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From room to room
with just toothbrush and picture frame,
like a traveling, door to door, salesman
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I wish this chronic…
I wish this chronic,
clinically diagnosed, disability:
This obsession to write;
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The months pass, unnoticed,
like days of the week
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From morning unto night,
your day revolves around routine;
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Getting over you…
Is as getting over a speed bump:
I cannot get, quickly, over you…
Without noting, looking back,
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Exorcism Through Verse
I

Since I was a child,
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For the poet, the philosopher
And the poor, tortured soul,
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I am Cold-Blooded

I am cold-blooded.
No heat of my own;
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When you are lost a sea, in its vast blueness.
No food, water or other help,
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