Iain Aplin Poems

To the dawn ahead lies demise
harsh but willingly alies the debut of the great sorceror
giving time is not of thee to decide for him but to take and hide
in recent conquer, as debate in life.
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So a Poet once Wrote 'poetry' in recognition of Art
In repetition The Poet Exhibitionists start
Least a few Poets Would crowd, startled puzzled and dazed
confusion of a poets disregard to his paves
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we are the shingle'
every now and then were thrown over by rocks, who isnt? .
they are the politics of fear
designed only to over shadow and block our nutrition
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Is it that im here
Is it my surroundings, amidst my fear
Is it that i hear'
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