Aine Ni Leidhin

I’ll never be a poet
The rhymes stay in my head
No caring sharing website
No chance for me to grow the seeds of ideas
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Drunken nights at the Beehive bar
The new ' smoke free zone'
In our vacation paradise
So close to home.
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I am capable
said he
of showing my vulnerability
But imagos of macho man combine the idealized one
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Hence the occasion, it was no great surprise
A large crowd had gathered
Excited! hungry for finds
curiosity summa rized
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There was no knack in accepting the fate
Of lovelessness immersed in immediate state
Take for instance
Little Tragedies and comedies that were,
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Sometimes sideways moving as the restless
spheres in the shadow of love lacked
the will to power forsaking the rejected
resolve in the garden of treasures unknown
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What you knew for yourself, integrate back
to automatic observation from contextual clues
in working out grey areas of personal experience
so poorly captured by computers unchecked
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For it was at dawn of morningtide
When a faculty of divination like
of human faculties detects
The truth, all the more easily
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So it is said, there is a connection, or presence
To characters comparable to a lexicon, like
One time when they idealized mental pictures of wretched
Would be comforters who were, in essence
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As soon as their master crossed the yard, it was clear
his voice sounded like flowers,
Lovable, lazy carrying greenswards towards
Beatsy, her daughters Ruby and Judy
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Fellows reasoned mythologies of the past replete
Stories of complex sources sometimes
Tragic relationships that evolve between
The bitter and the sweet
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