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New Poetry – Lost Love

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Lost Love

Incognito she went alone
It was time to atone
The truth to be bared
Bared to the bone

Her life in stagnation
She would lay the foundation
No longer to be ignored
Her purpose underscored

In the library with falsehood
The internet was her wallboard
With the anonymity provided
By fake email she recited

To the newsroom she did right
Of a long-forgotten blight
Her memory could not erase
The memory of that day

The horror she did witness
Had been so so vicious
She is asleep be quiet
Go to bed be silent

Her breath the glass did steam
She gazed in a silent scream
The sight never left her
She could not control the dream

Always afraid she had never spoken
As her youth passed in fear
Inwards daily she retreated
Of love she had never been treated

The text she wrote was harrowing
She spoke of darkness and digging
Where her mother lay now revealed
To the editor she was appealing

She would prefer anonymity
Her location he did not know
She hoped it could remain so
If not, she would face her foe

And so it was done
The process had begun
Love had been missed day after day
Now she hoped her father would pay

© Hamish McKenna

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New Poetry – The Fall

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The Fall

Softly tumbling

And so they came

There was naught a rumbling

Some were coloured as if aflame

A carpet grew upon the Earth

Soft and mellow colours all

To feed the birth

Oh how they fall one and all

Summers leaves lay thick and thin

The smile of Mother shines in spring

Beneath the surface they lay within

And from the Earth they would spring

Stretching upward they would strive

To break free was the aim

With the Sun they would survive

Survival, it was the game

It is Mothers master plan

From last years seeds

New life began

The cycle will proceed

Ad infinatum

© Hamish McKenna

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Poetry Northward Ho

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Northward Ho

Should the travels be as thought
Or even if they are as sought
With danger they may be fraught

So we set sail for the beauty northward
Always accompanied by a shorebird
Then our course it was altered
As the cyclone blew, it never faltered

The destination was now different
Cruise companions became beligerent
Upset travellers, there were many
To avoid them we were ready

Of cyclones and Mother Nature
There are no forces that are greater
Than those imagined by our creator

So the weather became our curator
Forced to travel south again
We still encountered pelting rain
I wish we could travel by plane

Will not make the mistake again

© Hamish McKenna

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