The Batley Poets society
Caused a sense of anxiety
When they said ‘It is time
For poems with no rhyme,
In the interests of aural variety.’
I live in anger, in hatred, I was born into
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shouting, vile insults and outbursts,
and when I step out into the world
the world spits back just as worse.
The grass is only greener on the planet
where confusion, ammunition, panic,
murder, explosions, execution,
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Let it drive your actions and deeds
Do not fade gently into old age
From left to right
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The walls speak,
Speak with anger
The voices who have
No pen nor paper
But walls, tunnels, and trains
Sad, empty eyes told the story,
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Of a heart so very lost,
Who had searched the land for answers at every given cost.
Never finding a connection,
Always hatred & rejection.
Is Greatness for all?
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Is it for the rich or the poor
is it for the small or the big?
or not at all?
You don’t need to drink from puddles to thirst for fresh, clean water,
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You don’t have to suffer homelessness to value bricks and mortar.
You must experience bondage to free yourself from slavery,
You must learn to hate addiction to truly love sobriety.
Gazing, into this small window of time,
I see stories unfold on crisp pages,
I see beauty in this window of mine,
Butterflies escaping cocoon cages,
Bright eyed wings uncurl all in a flutter,
on the branch of the tree with the green leaf
Browning, drifting, crinkling, joining clutter.
Dear window, in mind’s eye, such a brief
journey, to glimpse a faraway place
I know not when I shall see once again,
or feel the cold pinch, the hot slither lace
down to the fingers, wrapped around a pen;
In need I am of the window I see,
That gathers dust and is locked with a key.