Mary Champion Poems

There have always been possibilities,
mostly unrealised,
neither probable nor improbable -
just possibilities -
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I'm just a fraction of a whole,
need someone to complete my soul,
somehow I have to make the number one.
But ‘til I've worked my value out
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She came, with healing handbag
to fill the world with gladness.
With deep compassion for the poor
she took away their sadness.
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Last night, a dream came true within a dream,
when you walked in.
The hurt was healed, our love might reign supreme
a chance to win?
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Supposing God is a work in progress-
like a Lego set that is not built yet-
the subject of a production process
taking centuries of blood, tears and sweat.
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The wondrous blossom
whose perfume hints at Heaven
is rooted in dirt!
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Just along the blurred border,
between looming, lachrymose clouds
and the miserable murk below,
pterodactyls swoop uneasily
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I will never see you again -
not wearing this body
or using this name.
But in another time and place,
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Sleepwalking I suppose…
sleepwalking was how I set off on my journey.
Barely touching reality,
I focussed on the milestones
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There is something irresistibly charming
about babies and toddlers -
first…
they have no concept
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