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Thursday 16 May 2013

Searching for ‘it’

I have abandoned all hope.
I can’t hazard one guess. 

I am up against the wall,
- blocked - without a clue.

I don’t get it. 
I give up.  OK?

Game over. 
I’m not playing.

Faith, I’ve had enough.
Remove the blindfold. 

Thank you.  So, how do I
write this poem?

© Sophia Roberts
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Blind Belief

Rain gnaws windows.
I admire the tapestry,

November daylight fades.
I sense a presence.
Nerves prickle –
I freeze, feel trapped, can’t breathe.

‘That room...?’
‘ haunted,’ the guardian agrees.
‘A murderess...’

‘So there you are!’  Husband and friends advance.
‘A  g-ghost...’
‘Rubbish!’ they hoot,
‘Just tales for tourists.’

© Gill Dunstan
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Blind Faith

I met Jesus in a dream.
He had pale blue eyes. 
They saw to my soul and accepted me,
making my school days easier to bear.

My parents fretted and doubted,
the headmistress said,
take yourself in hand!

Blind to reason,
I hid in the reflection
which I had placed
in his eyes.

© Valerie Taylor
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Stand up all those whose faith is blind
Your fervour is so essential for all mankind
There are Ten guidelines for human life’s demands
And all should heed what our Christian God Commands
By sticking to the fundamentals of Canon Law
One will witness human happiness… just soar & soar

© Kenneth Campbell
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Blind Faith

This ye should know of Blind Faith ...

.... Hostess of ‘The Corsair and Compass’ in Penzance:

“Blind she may be, but she can sniff trouble at twenty paces, mark bamboozlers stealing her grog, catch ‘em and crush ‘em ‘til their ribs crack.

“And every night she lights a candle, sits in her chair waiting for Capn. Trewhella’s return.”

© Tim Scott
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After that nothing was the same

NOTHING was the same people said
AT a stroke everything shifted
ALL those lies
LIKE pulling a loose thread and unravelling time
IT was relentless scab picking to reveal new skin, it
WAS about truth and healing and knowing, just knowing
BEFORE change comes choice and choice brings change so

© Liz Redfern
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"after that nothing was the same"

standing at the urinal
my best friend Nigel
tried to kiss me
which was rather a shame
after that, nothing was the same

© William Botley
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