George Price Poems

There's a man without the window
Wrapped in cold and thin.
Why not throw open the doors
And let the stranger in?
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She hit paradise
That night.
Dark diamond ghosts
Glittering silver as they pranced
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What is this world, this silence?
The cracked paint on flaking walls
The still spiders clutching to the beams.
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Tears fall on shoulders and cracks in eyelids
As I stand and watch you smiling so hard.
Weeping at happiness, as I tell fibs
To my naive self, my chest burning barred
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The death in the desert is dying again
And the soldier in red is still falling.
A thousand wild dervishes whirl round, insane,
Outnumbering all but the fallen.
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Somewhere 'cross the stormy valley
Through the darkness, through the rain
There's a girl who cares, who doesn't think me a pain
There's someone out there in the rain.
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I do the
Drudgery of life,
Make notes,
Yawn,
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A head of scruffy hairs
Strays looping and grouping uneasily
Over glasses loops, and, unawares,
Catching his words in snares.
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Oh mankind be not happy
Do not let smiles tear
The fabric of self
For Hell tastes twice as bad
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Sometimes the world seems grim
Full up to the brim
With sorrow and tears.
All we can do is frown.
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