Douglas Scotney Poems

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If I'd been into rhyme
as my lover slowly died
I would have rhymed
how slowly passes time.
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I brought back five leaves
from my Gardens walk
to test Richard
stuck in the car:
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2 actually.

For 2014
I would share the wish
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Babe is night
And mum is day.
Dawn is day's lullaby
To ease the sense of emptiness
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That sure sign
that you're dealing with poetry,
o' for 'of',
as in 'a glimpse
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'Charming, windless days and nights...'
Are what I said I'd like
When winter came and asked.

(I wouldn't give it the smug satisfaction
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Shelled

But for a contretemps,
the war
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In a battle between host and hostage,
exponents of humours diverse,
each thought the other a hostage,
that the host had the upper hand
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Energized
by the scent of mesmerized women of a south sea shore,
men went to that shore
and mesmerized the women the more.
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