Paula Puddephatt Poems

Slice of bread hits duck,

Who looks at us,
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She's jaded and nobody understands.

They're afraid to humour or indulge her.
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if I stuff my head full
of poetry
song lyrics
Tweets
...

tonight
a woman's
raven black tears
falling
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Each tree has
so many branches, twigs and leaves,
each of which is a true
religion, denomination,
...

can I just admit that
sometimes
I don't know what to say
where to start
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my thoughts and emotions
all night all night
I toss them around
all night all night
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We recite the same words every Sunday.
We all “know that The Church is true”.
There is no doctrine on the Goddess,
“The Qu’ran” – or any other view.
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As indigo skies dissolve
Into jet-black,
Her silver shimmer
Gently answers
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