Gordon D Wilkinson Poems

Sitting there without a care into the distance, I stare
Between my thighs a power to unleash when I care
Preparing my body curled like a cat ready to spring
I want to get going fly fast and flowing like a bird on wing
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Standing naked and wild
She looked right inside my eye
Piercing my thoughts
Bludgeoning my will
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Pain is a matter of your conceptions
From cutting a lettuce to vivisections
All to certain degrees
From animals to trees
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Injected
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Hiding in the deep undergrowth blending like ink
Those jaws so full of dagger like teeth ready to sink
Eyes ever watchful awaiting its prey to venture
The senses so keenly honed yet looks like dementia
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Fate can be both cruel and mean
Sometimes there is no between
No middle ground on which to dwell
Little understanding as far as I can tell
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Finalists’ notification it was stamped
It sure was a mystery to me how it came to be
Entered in the draw when my wheel, was clamped?
Is it fate calling out to me?
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On Hillsborough’s field this day they fell
Ninety six life extinguished in this shackled hell
Young and old, it did not matter
Families dreams this tragedy did shatter
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If I should die tomorrow
Wishing to be, remembered with a wry smile
One quick thought, blown carelessly to the wind
Knowing that I left something
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