Carl Roussell Poems

We knew the forecast,
a storm on the horizon
was headed this way.
A storm raging in the sky.
...

I have lost my way.
They took it and they shook it;
my destination.
So though I am still searching,
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This is the story of a young woman.
Maybe you know her or maybe you don't,
or maybe it's the tale of a young man.
I'll stick with 'she', but there are some who won't,
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They're at the pub sipping liquid courage,
three pints of suds, bravery for the night
even though they know well the old adage,
"Don't try to drink your problems away - fright."
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I look behind your eyes
to try to see who you are,
but the more I look
the more I know that
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I'm bored,
So I go out.
Now walking down the street, I
Stop for a drink and there she is.
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The floods are flooding homes,
And fires burn some more.
Mother has had enough.
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Snowballs
In Hell, no chance.
They melt, evaporate,
Leaving nothing behind.
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You've taken it, your show,
as far as it would go;
yours, a life not meant to last.
Which memories to keep,
...