Natalie Clyne Poems

One white stick
One white stick with an orange rim
Inside one white stick
Is a one-way ticket to the grim reaper
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Neck tightening
Breath shortening
Eyes widening
Death quickening
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Who
Are we speaking to when we pray?
Who
Feeds the Earth, forever and always?
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The cold air swaying through my hair,
The frost on my fingertips, I just can't bare.
The dark, windy nights,
Enough to blow a thousand kites,
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The East the West all come to fight,
But not all of them shall return.
For death, for the glory of the Earth.
this is why they go to battle.
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The sand gets trapped between my body, as I roll about on the beach,
But that is the least of my delights.
The eyes of everybody look to the magical rainbow,
Like if they were in some kind of trance.
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A forest of mystery and mallice
A place of secrets and songs
The trees of old encircle the sun and centre the moon
Animals are their children
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Full of charm and beauty
Full of malice and suspicion
The dark eyes of old
Forever watching as the years go by
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Sharp strong eyes watching me
But from where I do not know
I can feel their intense stare
Predicting my next move
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Tears of anguish are what I cry
Every time you stand near by
You look at me with those eyes
How could I know you were living a lie?
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