Mary Champion

Three kinds of goodbye
As she leaves like a fading dream.
Nobody understands why,
When love's not quite what it seemed.
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Like days of old,
when knights were bold,
and damsels all were in distress,
Sir Lunchalot, a chavvy knight,
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I am losing myself -
dissolving into an amorphous blend
of unidentified being.
My boundaries are crumbling,
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Hubris!

Arrogance!
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I remember
the faint aroma of petrichor,
as the gentle rain soaked through the trees
of the parched woods.
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A lazy afternoon
when the sun is pleasantly warm,
when even the bees are more relaxed -
buzzing drowsily amongst the flowers.
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The Sun rose like a revelation
illuminating the darkness of my ignorance.
Intrigued, yet defiant,
I followed the light it offered
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Cocooned by vast wealth,
their lives are rarely upended.
Safe within their bubbles of privilege,
they are wilfully blind to the brutal Truth -
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As the dark clouds gather,
I sit alone
consider the approaching turmoil.
Can we do this?
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The starving man has naught to lose,
if there's a choice then he will choose
to eat.
So, woe betide the government
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It is late and snowing.
I wander aimlessly -
wonder fearfully.
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Come let us dance!
Let's dance the night away.
Time for romance
and as our bodies sway
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Let us go then, you and I,
to somewhere they won't question why
we live our lives the way with do-
you loving me, me loving you -
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Nothing to focus on,
to trigger emotion.
Not feeling obsessive
about some injustice.
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We're levelling up!
So,800 quid a roll
wallpaper for all.
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I plunge my fingers into the moist dirt.
I watch a worm squirm through the loosened earth.
I'm imagining what magic will convert
these small dry seeds and so give birth
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A small village paralysed by ruthless destruction,
reduced to rubble by relentless pounding.
The inhabitants have long departed
but here and there, amidst the debris,
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You must dip your hands in blood and never shrink,
you must cut into the flesh and never quail,
you must view the gory guts and never blink,
remain convinced that you will never fail.
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My magpie eye cannot resist
the shining lure of bling.
My magpie mind cannot desist
from wanting ev'ry thing -
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When I came here I was drawn to plant this tree
in the fertile loam at the edge of the path.
Given the prevailing climate,
some were wary of my venture,
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