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The moon shineth bright tonight
White orb in the dark sky;
And a globe of silver light
For me to thus see by.
At this how the clock strikes twelve
A soft sonorous chime;
I take my books from my shelf
And marvel at the time.
What drove me to do all this
I whimper a soft whine;
With no payment, save a kiss
From lips so soft, so fine.
That should be reward enough
Enlightenment strikes me new;
Better than material stuff
Is a heart to me true.
I care for my dearest knight
I am concerned for him;
‘Tis why I sit here all night
And slave in light so dim.
A sacrifice of my sleep
My effort and my time;
For his love that runs so deep
Soul devoted to mine.
True love, only in this land
Is meant for flesh and bone;
Its rules are not etched in sand
But carved deeply in stone.

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The leaders of the country
When sworn in, never swore
That our distaff of history
Be plagued with wrong no more.
A tumult and a rising
Hath risen up of late;
Where brothers dear and men at arms
Voiced out against the state.
Where goods were fairly traded
Both bartered with and sold;
Our brothers were as brothers true
In the brave days of old.
Then one was for a party
Then all were for the state;
Then the great man helped the poor man
And the poor man loved the great.
But man to man is now
More spiteful than a beast;
And discounts make a lady wild
And thrice as hard to please.
Such cravenly behaviour
Is respected and revered;
And spreads its quality through the land
As when it first appeared.
A nation gripped with hunger
Is forevermore in need;
Curse the hand that made my land
A fine nation indeed.

Intro to Snapshots

They say pictures tell a thousand words..

At least it'd save me the typing :)

Motorcycle Helmet

At first
It was only a series
Of dots
Orange points of light
10010101000101100101
Forming the words
Accident
On
ECP
It was with trepidation
That we entered that highway
All seemed fine
Until we topped
The crest of a hill
A whole mass of gridlocked cars
Unmoving before us
Points of red light
Brake light
We joined the ever-growing crowd
More cars piling behind us
We were just another three lights
In a sea of red spots
We were just another silver car
In that mass of
Silver and gold and green and blue
Metallic bodies under the sun
We inched forward
Inch by inch by inch
Then we saw it
The first of the red cones
Its brothers lined up
Diagonally across each lane
Eventually spanning two lanes
Two and Three
We edged into lane One
I couldn’t see anything
Not from my place at the back
But my parents at the front
They spoke urgent words
“Don’t look”
Why?
I looked
I soon found out why
Upon the ground
A white body sheet
A police car near it
The policemen
And policewoman
Standing around the boot of the car
Talking together in a
Quiet huddle
As Death still lingered
Over the scene
The car that caused it
Snuffed out a life
And the motorcycle
Wrangled
Torn apart
Crushed
And the helmet
Upon the road
As still as its rider
As I gazed
I saw in my mind’s eye
A rider
A car
Impact
The whine
Of a police siren
Then hands
Tearing the helmet
Turquoise-green metal
Off his head
Throwing it aside
Recklessly
As life ebbs away
From under their hands
It rolls upon the tarmac
Slowly spinning
In a concentric circle
The helmet makes its
Final round
Teeters upon its edge
That brief, flashing moment
A delicate balance
Then it keels over
Upon its side
Comes to a stop
As still as its rider.