vince gullaci Poems

It seems with drones
we've caught up
with science fiction.
What do you want?
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Blessed Mother Mary
mother of Jesus,
Mother Mary MacKillop
sainted mother
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My time
Over
In a blink
Of the camera
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We
All dance
To a different
Tune
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Anon
sends poems
and they are published
everywhere
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The little sparrow
doesn't cadge a feed
earns it by wile
watches the mechanical doors
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That last Saturday
in September
the first Tuesday
in November
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Floating teardrops across the sky
lovely line
spoilt by the second thought
to be a teardrop
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Dance
While you can
On the body
Of others
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