H E Alexander

From there atop our Christmas tree
she sits each year for you and me,
her angel eyes have watched and seen
the making of our Yuletide scene.
...

We walked along
through evening hills,
one hand beheld one hand
and talked in the shadows
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You cannot see, you cannot go,
to where I hide, where only I know.
You cannot touch, you cannot feel,
but it is there, it is true, it is real.
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Why do you shout?
Why talk to me as if I were but a young child?
If only you knew what my young life was about
you'd see a person, not just a man: old, erstwhile.
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"But please sir, really there's no Holy Trinity,
it makes me doubt God's true divinity."
"Now lad, I know it's hard to comprehend,
but it's all about faith and hope in the end:
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I relinquished my hold and was taken from within this sleeping flesh,
despite my feeble protestations, which nobody had heard.
I tried with all my fading consciousness to force open my eyes,
but the face of my known reality became ever faint and blurred.
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There once was a fat lady named Daisy,
Whose gardening was particularly lazy,
Until one day for a laugh,
She danced nude on her path,
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Shimmering shadows dance in the guise
of coruscant stars within a blue tinged fire;
so deep the hue, as her lustrous eyes,
from whence first took root my lustful desire
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Not seen nor touched,
yet so vast a stimulus
to our lives.
So deeply felt,
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I wander alone in this darkened room,
though I do not move, my mind ambles from beginning to end
of all the years spent in the partnership of love that once was
my whole life and meaning. My dreams now tend
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I came out of the accessible toilet
past a vague and straggly queue that had formed
since the time I entered; women and men
with babes in arms. A neon sign informed
...

Open doors welcoming all
as the summoned faithful in their masses come.
Each boutique, every shop and stall,
offering merchandise for sale to everyone,
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Silver sparkling droplets fall
to cloak the earth in a watery shawl;
piercing the clouds doth the warming sun
so in anticipation, I await your beauty come.
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"Come, walk with me,
come through these iron gates;
step inside, now don't be frightened.
No, he cannot see,
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He sat down
at the top of the hill
and looked out over
all of the ills
...

Let me describe in a simple word design
how life can be lived between four pencil lines:
two of the lines are horizontally drawn,
the other two vertical, making a rectangular form.
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"Come with me, " he said to her,
to a place where both can be
the people who we wish we were;
in like, in love, hate free.
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Across the room, a look of recognition cast
from eye to eye. The smile, slightly familiar;
a previous time met in some not so distant past,
yet something sensed beyond the obvious allure.
...

Unknown to most who inhabit Westeros,
whether on foot or atop a fine horse,
there lives another dwarf of House Lannister,
so small he'd fit inside a loose-tea canister.
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She wakes with the sun, runs her
fingers through soft golden hair
and stretches. I am awake,
though she is not yet aware.
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