Peter Swan

Peter Swan Poems

She sits there
like a Zen bhuddist
but I see Marilyn Monroe
My hands around her curves
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2.

KILL GOD!
KILL RELIGION!
KILL the clinging to things
KILL the desire to be an opposite
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3.

As an island you stand isolated
Yet connected at the core
An earthbound beacon
Attempting to calm the seas while
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Clean shaven, suited and booted he boards the train.
Crowded, the smell of sweat in his face.
Desperate for communication but no ones communicating.
Caffeine related stress, computer related madness.
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5.

like a cloud
i can move
or a leaf falling
in a groove
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Why do politicians make ordinary
people fight for their false ideologies?
Oblivious to the pain and horror.
Senses deadend by sound bites and soft focus.
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tired and brown the river winds down
through mudflats and derelict houses
its steady stream gazed upon
by lovers and thief’s
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These words slurred from a postman’s hips,
make treacle cream from milkmaids lips,
just as the world turns square as a cardboard pip,
then gravity forms rings around the sofa.
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9.

I AM small but can be tall.
I AM fat, thin, black, white, funny and sad.
I AM the sun rising early in the morning
I AM the night.
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10.

From the ashes rose
Africa.
A phoenix of pure sunlight.
Its vast wings of antiquity;
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Seated in the Sahara Desert
Contemplating.
Wishing the world flat.
All human life is just a wish
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What strange creature lies before me?
Without a name to know you
so i could accuse you
of leaving my belly so cold.
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Bending the complexity of a singularity
Is very simple don’t you see
Take a handful of space.
And split time with 1.2.3.
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From Atoms to Adam
The sound of another beginning
Of waking matter
Crunching nature
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Ever wondered about the possibillity
of war.?
Of nations fighting for resources and
Earth’s climate demanding your attention
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brown eyed and bushy tailed
crying like a true artist
emotions stretched across the skies
thoughts scratched across your face
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18.

he hung there like a fake Rembrandt
beautiful but false
his slender arms stretched
his legs delicately crossed
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Straight lines no curves
A history bombed flat
a cold naked canvas at
the mercy of adventurous architects.
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Love me I'm a molecule
Love me I'm a star
Love me I'm a cruel dictator
Love me I'm a car
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Peter Swan Biography

Currently working in Amsterdam and writing quietly and not very often..Interested in Buddhism and life and would like to try and stop drinking and try and extract more from each moment.. No experience as a writer or much education worth shouting about just write because it calms me...)

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My Cup Of Tea

She sits there
like a Zen bhuddist
but I see Marilyn Monroe
My hands around her curves
thoughts hot and steamy
momentarily distracted
the slam of plate wakes me
its the jealous eye of apple pie
now I'm torn with indecision

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