Della Perry Poems

When camel silhouettes, black against orange sunsets
Form ripples on the sands
Across vast, mysterious landscapes
Laiden oxen make haste to the 'Gem of the East'
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Our dog turned into a werewolf,
His fangs grew really long,
His eyes turned to yellow,
I just knew something was wrong!
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The door was ajar
Light gleaming through the crack
Tempting your inquisitive mind
After knocking on the door for so long
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The future seemed a safe place
Safer than the present.
But then I realised that the future
Is the present to be.
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She wore him like an embellishment
His masculinity aided her femininity.
She needed all the help she could muster.
Self centered, selfish, narcissistic.
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Sssh be quiet...
Don't speak
Don't let the cat out of the bag
Don't let the secret escape.
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The voices echo around
Bounce off the nerve endings
Hurt so much
Constant ridicule
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Its truth glares from the mirror
Hanging crippled on the wall
I'm not a 'Blake, Eliot or Plath'
Not educated enough to follow that winding path
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Stepping along the golden sands
Stooping to collect pink and beige shells
Took me straight back to my youth
When we did this together.
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How terribly sad that the elation is great
When the awaiting feline meows
Pleased at your arrival
How it leaps to greet you
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