Mary Champion

Once it was simple -
tough but simple -
when disease came we lived with it
or we died of it.
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EITHER WAY - MOST OF US LOSE.

We were born rich and deserve to be top of the pile.
We were born poor; making do with the dregs
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Poetry once belonged to the people,
preserved in the people's tongue.
The perfect way to help them remember
the legends of how they'd begun.
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My head lost in the clouds, I drift through life.
My dreams, meanwhile have flown, for they are free,
like soaring, wheeling birds, they've taken wing,
if only I could join my fantasies.
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Love at first sight?
Or was it fourth?
Can't remember now.
Whichever,
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Friendship counts for nothing, when love walks through the door.
No matter how it tortures us, we always want it more.
It sets our lives in turmoil and may well break our heart,
But friendship counts for nothing, till our dreams all fall apart.
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An old pope passed -
where to is not yet certain.
But he will be subscribed to the right creed -
Infallibly!
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Hopeless darkness! and I make no headway.
My burden is too much for me to bear,
yet I cannot discard it unaided.
There are times when they reach out towards me -
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A faint memory stirred
as I awoke that morning.
I could see her face -
hear her screams.
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I dream a strange dream -
I am about my daily routine
when I meet Tomorrow
searching for Today.
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Most of us will know one,
maybe we are half of one.
You know the set up -
two girl-friends -
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This is typical -
they hold that life is sacred
confined to the womb,
but after parturition
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This talk of ‘after-life' ignores one fact -
that it is an impossibility.
An after-life requires death's final act,
but surely, life's a form of energy -
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From Mercury to Eris;
you are the light of the worlds;
the star in our firmament;
the centre of our being;
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When the Gods of our people deserted me,
I took my prayers to the wishing tree.
I followed my instinct to where it stood,
by the twisting path through the ancient wood -
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RAtionalisation!
That's all it was -
rationalising my irrationality,
making sense of my insanity,
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How have our well-ordered lives come to this -
helplessly spun in the whirling maelstrom?
Wrenched from complacently ignorant bliss
to a hell that there seems no escape from.
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In truth, life has no intrinsic purpose,
it simply is and it always will be.
But the form of life that we know as human
has loads of acquired ingenuity.
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I was drifting along in a matter-of-fact kind of way,
I never saw there was any shade other than grey,
and grey is the colour of clouds that are hiding the Sun,
I scanned all the skies for a rainbow and never found one.
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Suddenly - rain falls - as the compassionate sky
spills its tears onto the parched land.
A shrivelled world feels its prayers finally answered -
the cracked dirt can scarcely take it in.
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