Tony Sandy Poems

Shut the windows. 
Close the door. 
Our love doesn't live here 
Anymore.
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My life is a stream of consciousness, wherein I drown in a sea of imagery.
I am a camera that flows over the world without sense or censorship.
No sound acts as a full stop on my endeavours.
I am not disturbed by noise or distracted by voices.
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Half past nine - 
Hope the train's on time!  

Half past ten -
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On the twelfth day of Christmas
My old biddy sent to me 
One haggis for eating 
Two whiskies for drinking
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Is Christmas over yet
Or has it just begun?
Did I enjoy myself?
Did I have much fun?
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On the first day of the armistice,
My general sent to me -
A cartridge in a pear tree,
Two rifles a rattling
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I am a blank sheet
Where once I was a man.
I stop to think
But no thoughts come.
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Here I am
Until here I am not,
Taken by death
And soon forgot.
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He doesn't laugh.
He doesn't smile.
He hasn't been here
(nor there) in a while.
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Regrets? I've had a lot 
But too many to bother mentioning
- not that anybody is really interested anyway. 
I saw it through without a cheerful thought.
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