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Tony Mushrow Poems
The Empty Chair
The empty chair reminds me of how cruel life can be. The empty chair reminds me of how joyous life once was. It reminds me of how life once tasted sweet. And how it can become so bitter.
An Ode To A Spider.
An ode to a spider (after wrecking his web) I lifted up a plant pot, And there he was, my little mate.
An Ode To A Snail
I saw a snail this morning, I bet he never knew,
The Hanging Tree
The Hanging Tree… The date is set, now I know my destiny, to dangle beneath the hanging tree. My one true love will be waiting for me, waiting beneath the hanging tree.
You By The Path
You by the path… You by the path,
The Colosseum Fifty thousand Romans, Shouting, roaring, more.
The Ring. I silently, slipped my gift of gold, onto her fine third finger, left hand.
Mum (I Can Remember)
Mum. (I can remember) I can remember….
I Swallowed A Fly
I Swallowed a Fly.
The Haunter. No more flesh,
Who Is That In The Mirror
Who Is That In The Mirror? Who is that in the mirror/ just staring back at me /
The Boston Bomber.
The Boston Bomb. (The runner trains alongside the bomber) Training to one day complete the race, Training to keep up a steady pace.
Stephen. Please forgive me Stephen, I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I didn’t mean to leave you, don’t think I didn’t care.
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The Empty Chair
The empty chair reminds me of how cruel life can be.
The empty chair reminds me of how joyous life once was.
It reminds me of how life once tasted sweet.
And how it can become so bitter.
The empty chair echo’s sounds of laughter,
The empty chair reminds me of how laughter can turn to ashes in your mouth.
It reminds me of when I asked for a flower and you gave me a garden.
It reminds me that there is another star in the heavens.
The empty chair says goodbye again and again and again.
The empty chair remind me, how life never gives it merely lends.
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