Adrian Flett Poems

I met an old man
he ought to know
and he said,
"If you love her let her go."
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At Humanity's Door

Without bias or malice then
the children that once we knew
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Memories arrive unannounced
in the head, much inclined
to hold in thrall, let them bounce
about, and fill the mind.
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Climbing out of Cat Cave,
the others far ahead,
I felt the sense
the intense presence,
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WINNIE-THE-POOH
is turning ninety two
So what can we do?
Say thanks to A A Milne, for you.
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As a young girl she would go
into the orchard, into the orchard
and when the firm red apples
were ready to fall, ready to fall
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You, a fresh mountain breeze,
flush away all musty web-dross
of old links, long trapped
in corners of my mind.
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In sporadic sleep, self-maligned muttering
swims the hulk of contriteness,
floats in circles; returns to argue
each fine point of stupidity.
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Mendacity abounds in this year.
Honesty, its antonym, seldom heard
amid falsehoods fabrications spuriousness,
dishonesty terminological in-exactitudes.
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In a Dark Recess

In the deep root of the mind
the dark recess of the other
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