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Tony Mushrow Poems
The Empty Chair
The empty chair reminds me of how cruel life can be. The empty chair reminds me of how joyous life once was. It reminds me of how life once tasted sweet. And how it can become so bitter.
An ode to a spider.
An ode to a spider (after wrecking his web) I lifted up a plant pot, And there he was, my little mate.
You By The Path
You by the path… You by the path,
The Boston Bomber.
The Boston Bomb. (The runner trains alongside the bomber) Training to one day complete the race, Training to keep up a steady pace.
Stephen. Please forgive me Stephen, I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I didn’t mean to leave you, don’t think I didn’t care.
The Old Oak Tree At The Abbey.
The Old Oak Tree At The Abbey. Ancient oak, sentinel of the Abbey.
My GoldFish Frank
Saturday 25 05 2013 My Goldfish Frank.
My morning canal walk
My Canal Walk…(Leeds to Liverpool) You gracefully wind yourself along, like some blue speckled snake, A welcome home to water birds, like ducks and swans you make.
My walk to work
My Walk to Work. Outside the paint flaked door, Discarded cans, and broken bottles lie.
My Vampire Brother.
My Vampire brother. I can’t believe you sleep all day, I think it’s really rude.
Mum (I can remember)
Mum. (I can remember) I can remember….
Cat (killed by the side of the rd)
Cat. (cat killed by the side of the rd) I see you at the side of the road, as if asleep, But I fear from this cat nap there is no end.
Birdsong. Bird song, to the left,
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The Empty Chair
The empty chair reminds me of how cruel life can be.
The empty chair reminds me of how joyous life once was.
It reminds me of how life once tasted sweet.
And how it can become so bitter.
The empty chair echo’s sounds of laughter,
The empty chair reminds me of how laughter can turn to ashes in your mouth.
It reminds me of when I asked for a flower and you gave me a garden.
It reminds me that there is another star in the heavens.
The empty chair says goodbye again and again and again.
The empty chair remind me, how life never gives it merely lends.
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