Mary Champion Poems

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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