Matthew Holloway Poems

A hatred without true reason
Fed my media outlet
Or politicians playing for power
Feeding on the fear
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It's not a case of beauty and the beast
More like beauty is the beast
A breaker of thought, a madness
An unpleasant distraction at times
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Time passes
With little thought
Bodies grow old
And hair turns grey
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Ideas kept on notes
Thoughts and possibility
A poem challenge picked
Ever so randomly
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Dreams are a hindrance
A distraction from life
Somethings are never to be
Be it that love affair
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Bound by pen and ambition
The choice to write as a free man
The subject matter and style
Kept caged within the mind
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In the silent hour of the still morning
In the sound ofwind and rain
Against and beyond the windows and walls
Which shelter body and soul
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I see them still
In the morning shower
Or during gardening in the summer
The faint scars of my past
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Be it drink or drugs
Music or a picturesque scene
The sound of birds, children laughing
Desires of the flesh
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The houses of parliament and lords
Beside the clock tower and river
Tradition and history set in stone
In service of the queen and people
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