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Nim Lee Poems
SKY: Air and Water
The wide blue yonder above our head seen but never reached a pattern of air and water
Dog Eat Dog
It’s a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog eat dog eat dog world. Live like a dog die like a dog, as the old saying goes, The plant you water is the plant that grows, everybody knows, Give blows, get blows
The sea is dancing for me Rising and fallling Twisting and swaying In time to the rhythmic sound of her own beat.
The brown bull and the black bull were fighting on the shore; I stopped and watched a while Asked what they did it for. The black bull said: “He thinks he’s boss! ”
Silver light shining on the silver snow That records the passage of time,
Our young men, our strong young men, our sons, our brothers, They have changed, They do not know us now. They look at us, but they do not see us, they only see opportunity.
I CAN TALK
I can talk But no one can listen to me. Where is an ear that wants to hear my words? Does anyone want to listen to anyone else?
DEATH CAME KNOCKING
Death came knocking at my door the other night. It's not the first time he's come. Twice he managed to sneak into the house To squat there in some dark corner.
AS IT SHOULD BE
The years have drifted through my fingers Run down my face Leaving the usual marks and traces Then evaporated and disappeared.
Time is half unravelled, it dangles temptingly Trembling slightly Quivering with possible disasters. Can we refrain from touching, fiddling, pulling,
THE RED FLOWERS
Red flowers lie on the white cloth like a stain A voice speaks quietly and clearly in the night “Everything is going to be alright.” That’s what they always say,
The birds swirled in the sky, blackish against the pale grey. They swooped and swirled, dancing with the gusting wind. The sea swelled sullenly beneath them, gloomy and dour, held down by the weight of its waters.
NOW, AND THEN
My mind is completely blank; Empty: yet somewhere deep inside A ghost stumbles throught the cold white corridors, A dark grey ghost, silently weeping, transluscent tears dropping.
IT IS NOT FAIR
It is not fair that I am beautiful that I am rich that I am clever
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SKY: Air and Water
The wide blue yonder
above our head
seen but never reached
a pattern of air and water
the impossible dream
a trigger of imagination
the reach we can never grasp.
Is this a heaven?
Nothing lives there but our longings, our hopes
it’s a cold place
where each of us goes alone,