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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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I went to the playground with an effing big stick
I planned to hit Joey, but he brought a brick
John brought a razor
And Terrance a taser
Officer Dunn brought a gun and it ended damn quick

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Day 26 of National Poetry Month  –  The Enemy

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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The hunter engaged and ready for the chase
The hunter engaged and ready for the chase
A twitching tiger hidden inside a dreaming
A twitching tiger hidden inside a dreaming
Dreaming inside a tiger, twitching for a chase
The hidden engaged and ready the hunter
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A quiver rumble, a demand and a comfort
A quiver rumble, a demand and a comfort
Holds one tight in slumber nose to tail
Holds one tight in slumber nose to tail
A slumber in demand holds comfort tight
One nose a quiver and a tail to rumble
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Of mice and men who are lost to frightening eyes
Of mice and men who are lost to frightening eyes
Birds of emerald locked in broken flight
Birds of emerald locked in broken flight
Of emerald eyes locked, and of birds in flight lost
Broken, frightening to men who are mice
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One emerald broken holds in slumber men
Ready to comfort, a demand eyes engaged
Of mice and birds and to the hunter of the chase
A hidden nose and tail a quiver in twitching flight
A frightening rumble for who are lost
Locked tight inside a dreaming tiger

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Day 23 of National Poetry Month  –  A Paradelle

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

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What for, what for, what for…
Morning came with an clamorous uproar
I deeply regretted my actions the night before
So I stuffed that damn alarm clock into a drawer
And rolled over in hopes of dreaming once more
Filling my pillow with a resounding deep snore
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But the sun and the guilt won the “get-up” war
And I rolled out of bed and hit the cold floor
Stumbled to my clothes and out the front door
Late for work at my Father’s shoe store
Tripping down the street like a drunk dinosaur
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If he discovered me now, oh! the scolding galore
And I knew, this time, I was in for so much more
Cause this would be my fifth “very late to work” score
And he’d replace me with Sid, a kid from El Salvador
Just to sell his discount shoes from far off Singapore
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Oh man! then half way there the rain began to pour
Lightning flashed bright and the thunder did roar
Like a flash back to the trenches of the first World War
I fought on with hopes of Father’s opinion to restore
With valor I finally reached that blessed front door
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And there I saw it, the sign, in bold and underscore
“Closed for the day! Gone to enjoy the lakeshore!”
I stood there, drenched, hungry, a ugly eyesore
Alone in the rain, a defeated and bloodied matador
Without a thought, I turned and heartily swore
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I trudged back home, the rain I would ignore
While Dad played at the beach, I craved the indoor
Back to the warmth, leaving puddles on the floor
Back to my bed, to my pillow’s sweet sweet rapport
To doze, to dream, to send out a wild snore
evermore, evermore, evermore…

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Day 22 of National Poetry Month  –  Overtime with Rhymes

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

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You make me laugh. The twinkle in your eye, the twitch of your lips, the quiver of your shoulders as you try to keep a straight face. You make me laugh. When I am sad, or overwhelmed, or tired from a long day pressing down on my back, you smile, make a joke, tickle me in that certain place no one else can find. It is love. I make you laugh. After a hard day’s work, dragging from exhaustion, head down, feet heavy, I lighten your mind. I have that silly face, a quick witty quip, a secret joke that you cannot crab at. I make you laugh. When taxes are due, bills barely paid, dishes piled high, we giggle at the ridiculousness of life’s little whims. You make me laugh. I make you laugh. Together, we make a home merry, cheery, silly and full of love, till death we do part. Then heaven will have to make room for our laughing, devilish, amused angels. And our suitcase overflowing with awful, groan worthy, hellish puns.

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Day 21 of National Poetry Month  –  a Prose Poem

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

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