Michael Peters Poems

How can You fight if You can't see the light,
Manage to get back from rubble?
There's nothing to go back to, nothing worth a fight,
So why do we all call it - a trouble?
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'This is neither beginning nor the end'
- and then he collapsed.
Why should we think of him as the rest?
He was never possessed.
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So long as I have been here
I have not willingly been there.
Does it need to be answered
Or is it just a dreadful thread?
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Dispute is not the father of it all.
What then?
Give incentive through shut lips.
Shake prejudice bit by bit.
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In a garden of experience
Sleeps a giant of prejudice,
On a pillow of incentive
Snoring mist of much reticence.
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Marginal grass of recognition dwells
Near water of truth which in
Return is a house to harrier's nest
For his/hers deserted venter of entity.
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In a cold of space there is no sound
That in mischief can be found.

Prank on those who think it's not
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