John Tansey Poems

Something epic, looms
over the dismal gray cold
of Autumn's
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This loneliness,
This exile,
in a solitary cell,
Twenty-thee hour lockdown,
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Hopelessness is insidious
until, suddenly, like a revolution

Man admits to a Godlessness
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For you, the hapless peruser,
who happens to thumb upon this page,
along a dusty shelf of books.
Was not haphazard at all;
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Poem of Autumn

It is getting dark…
I feel the cold;
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When I was sixteen and it was Spring,
I met in a park under the umbrella
of a tree in the rain,
a lithe, young Hindu girl
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Hopelessness is insidious
until, suddenly, like a revolution

Man admits to a Godlessness
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The past is mournful,
the future uncertain,

All we have is what slips by
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When the days action is done,
Right or wrong and evening,
Like a friend, comes lying next to me;
In corporeal form;
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All tends to disorder
I adapt to the decaying
Squalor that surrounds me
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