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Caught…
It was
them against us
and us against them
The Red malevolence
A cold war new dance
Secrets and war heads
Double cross and you’re dead
Reagan playing cowboy debonair
Mikhail G. dancing with his bear
All whispers, whispers of the end
99 changes floating mid air
Red balloons no longer there
Traitors trespass on U.S. soil
Newsmen spin sweet tart turmoil
Dirty secrets so dearly fought
Lover’s lies cleverly caught
We win whatever the cost
Patriot’s love forever lost
It was us against them
and them against
us
finally
caught

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Day 28 of National Poetry Month  –  Love Lost

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

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“Know yourself!” my mother always said
And I try to go where she led
I listen with care
To all I hear there
To the voices that scream in my head

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Day 25 of National Poetry Month  –  Being Close
Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

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Rusty lay by a field of corn
Sightless eyes cracked
Left behind
Weed entwined
Field mice ransacked

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His upholstery foam unpacked
Windshield pitted and lined
Paint peeling
Hinges squealing
Wheeless, tireless, resigned

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Once he was the friend of mankind
Now vines are concealing
A sight forlorn
No one to mourn
Time forever stealing

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Gone are his days of freewheeling
No voice in his horn
Rust attacked
Insect packed
Seeded and slowly reborn

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Day 24 of National Poetry Month  –  A Roundabout Poem

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

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From this twisted, dark and stormy night
I crafted my mood, my sense of revenge
I say let the lightning strike… twice… twice

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I took you in like a sweet orphan
Found on my doorstep, I gave you cover
From this twisted, dark and stormy night

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With a kiss on my lips, you took me
My heart rusty, you oiled my passion’s fire
I say let the lightning strike… twice… twice

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Your hands tracing my curves, captured me
Slicing new lines of life, a safety net
From this twisted, dark and stormy night

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I let you in deep, deeper than god
You took everything I offered, and more
I say let the lightning strike… twice… twice

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Then you were gone, and I called down pain
A bolt of dark electricity shot
From this twisted, dark and stormy night
I say let the lightning strike… twice… twice

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Day 20 of National Poetry Month  –  A Villanelle Poem

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

 

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Don’t look at me like that!

Meowing won’t get you anymore food…

Behave yourself, you silly cat!

Don’t look at me like that!

Purring, rubbing, dead gifts on the mat,

Just add to this meal time feud!

Don’t look at me like that!

Meowing won’t get you anymore food…

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Day 19 of National Poetry Month  –  A Triolet Poem

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

 

 

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Furruuush, whir whir whir
Chink, whirrrr whirrrr whirrrr
whirrrr whirrrr, huff huff, whirrrr
Chink, whirrrr whirrrr whirrrrrrr
Huff Huff Huff shusssssh
Whirrr whirrr  chink whirrrrr
Ka chunk graydle graydle gah chink
Whirrr whirrr whirrr shush
Chink… Huff Huff Huff Huff
Whirrr whirrr whirrr whirrr whirrr
Huff Huff Huff…
Whirrr
Squirreeeeeeeeeeeeeee….
Skaaaaaackle…
“SHIT”
Ka pop!
“Gaaahaaaaaaa!”
Whooooomfph!
Ska kalatter slatter skra… ping
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“Mmmmnnnn gahhho-aaannnnn”
Sahaaaaaaa
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Ker-achht Ker-achht Ker-acht
“Hey man, You all right?”
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Day 18 of National Poetry Month  –  a Sound Poem

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

 

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I saw him from my window
playing in the silty river sand
tossing tiny stones into the water.

 

He laughed making faces at the wind
teasing the cold rain with claps
of his own homemade thunder.

 

I thought of joining him then
because I was alone…
and I needed what he had.

 

I watched him from my back steps
as he traced words with a stick
in the remains of yesterday’s flood.

 

His back bent with sorrow
his eyes burned red from a deep
loss I remembered as my own.

 

Gently I reached out to him then
because he was alone…
and he needed what I had.

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Day 17 of National Poetry Month – a Triversen Poem

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

 

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