Ali Graham Poems

That of God in every man, can you see it?
Pull back the yellow stained curtains;
chisel out the crusted mess from your eyes
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I

Yesterday rain tumbled down on Belfast,
by mid evening the house brick was damp-dark,
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I put my neck
on the line for you

You put your lingerie
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If Titanic skin
was our skin
the question
I’m asking
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If intending to ride in my cab
Be so kind and do not make me sad
No eating or drinking
No stuff that is stinking
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I hear them
Upstairs in my head
Moving stuff around
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To continue as I am will surely add
to the column inches in the Belfast Telegraph
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Look with your eyes at the clock
Hear with your ears the tick-tock
Think of the time
Not of the rhyme
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