Adrian Flett Poems

Think before you fell a tree,
think again and let it be.

At the host, the very core
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Given half a chance
dandelions will dance,
if left alone, at best
they don't seem such a pest.
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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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What happens when rules are shed, no longer
respected or obeyed?
We display no guilt drive on, seem stronger,
use mendacity, half-truths to further our way.
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Clear view the trees see
ever aware, travesty laid bare.
So at our peril we dismiss
this stark reminder of our remiss.
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At the Cross sacrifice is a need
no thought if straight the way.
At crossroads we plead
a proxy killing, of special other, paid,
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Life seems to hesitate
here to wait to contemplate
in this huge spacious hall
there's room, time for all.
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One of the fortunate few
I got the nod in the conception queue
while others hanker await their fate.
Keen to have a chance to live
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If bondage seems a problem
imagine the servitude freedom creates
with all its need for restraints;
not all concur instead deplore
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At the crossroads a sandstone post
takes the strain of the fence,
strand by strand; in the background
the high escarpment rises beyond Winter's veld.
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