Paul Butters Poems

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I’m Lost!
I’m trying to find my way home
From work;
Hopping from bus to bus
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The chemo was the worst.
Endless months of needles
And going bald.
Radiotherapy was no fun either.
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My sister wants my poems to rhyme,
To write blank verse is just a crime,
“It isn’t poetry if it doesn’t rhyme, ”
She says, and really must keep time,
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Your radiance lights the room
The instant you enter, and
Your talent shines in all you do.
You draw and paint,
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We’ll run, run, run
In the sun, sun, sun.
We’ll kiss, kiss, kiss
In the pale moonlight.
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Over the brow of the hill I go;
Strolling along a deep-brown, dusty,
Sun-baked track.
I see a valley before me.
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Upwards they plume,
The Earth rending mushrooms.
Death’s devastation,
Spreads like a plague.
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