S.A. Blair Poems

A hand
Red with shame,
Which way now?
Ah yes,
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Today I worry for the angels,
They must be so sore and so tired,
Hearts black and blue from the conflict
Their voices so weak in the choir
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No words need pass
Nor actions done,
A twinkling eye’s enough for fun.
A stifled laugh
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Oh boy, aren’t you the bee’s knees
No need for a question mark
An exercise in rhetoric
My thoughts are often dark.
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A palpable sense of confusion doth reign
But no-one is talking about it
No-one is speaking
Of admissions that they are so much alike
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A prism takes a beam of light
And turns it near about
Those angles do their work and then
A rainbow fountains out
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See the peddler,
peddling on
Don’t buy his wares
Run him out of town
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Dear diary please confide these words
Keep them locked and bound with chords
Of strongest steel e'er known to man
So prying eyes never can.
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I remember I had a view. I called it ‘my view’.
I found it once I’d been given that new freedom of latter teenage years.
I turned a corner clipping the apex, clumsily I suppose,
But it felt perfect at the time.
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