Poems

The rooms are counted.
Doors tested.
Light measured where it lands.
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It's a lovely sun-drenched day of clouds and blue sky,
Giving such a beautiful vista on which I gaze.
Two sparrows dancing at opposite roosts catch my eye,
On a large branch in the huge maple at center stage
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A ticket to the moon, they say,
A far-fetched dream, just miles away.
But I, I long to reach that sphere,
And spend my final days up there.
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I told my baby, I love you.
When I pull, she pulls up too
Clear.
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What is the job and what does it take to get it done, ? being your self at times could be the brightest sun beam brings the saliva like it's lava from out the tounge /waves off the 🪨 rocks that makes the pressure pumps that makes the diamond in the rough shall overcome everybody has to get a glance the mood to dance in due time that boomerang 🪃 hear the water run singing in the shower you smell so good forever young! ! /elephant tusk and nose purumpupump....
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In my loneness a chameleon, yess
I wait and watch with colorful traits

I pursue purple not blues
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در این شب رمضان، سکوت، آغوشی از آرامش گسترده است و آتش با زبانه های نرم و رقصانش، قصه ای بی کلام

وق و اشتیاق روایت میکند. شعله ها در تاریکی نجوا
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To liberate ourselves
from being slaves
to our dark
and wicked thoughts--
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Passengers await the flight in rows of plastic chairs, all clutching mobile phones scrolling through the social media. No one speaks to strangers, different languages are spoken all the time children cry or laugh unaware of the adults checking boards for the gate, that takes them away from the daily toil on holiday or something else they all have a reason to fly. They are surrounded by sunglasses shops, and trenty clothes shops, and every type of perfume in the duty free, that advertises golden beaches and beautiful places and people. The older seniors have seen it all before and they read newspapers and they recall a time before the world was normal and they had chats with fellow travelers, now its all a rush nobody is seen all invisible. Such is the modern world they can't escape no matter how many planes they take or how far they go, free will is being eroded they are unaware of how much has changed.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
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A cannon's mouth, a treaty's pen,
Two powers clash, again, again.
Big guns speak loud, a fearsome sound,
While diplomats try solid ground.
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We say, not now, there's time to spare,
Tomorrow waits, it's always there.
We tuck our dreams on dusty shelves,
Assured we'll reach them by ourselves.
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Why do people choose to fight,
When peace is softer, warm, and bright?
Why raise a fist, a voice, a wall,
When listening could heal it all?
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