Daniel Nairn Poems

The boy with fire in his eyes
Stands there waiting.
It is his soul inside;
It keeps him standing.
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Freeverse, mostly
Jumble of actions
Mostly thoughtless, directionless,
Hardly worth noting or reading but
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You didn't hear me.
And even if you did,
You weren't listening.
And even if you were,
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I saw you God, there in the sky
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Oh God, oh God, Dios!
Ayúdame! Ayúdame!
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Her laughter spilled into my mind
And pooled in memory
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Why can't the words I say mean what
I meant to say to you that time?
You heard my voice, but not my mind.
Those words I said: I meant them not!
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Here am I, I try to help,
Attempt to clear away the mud.
Yet ev'ry movement shovels more
Of precious lives mixed with the muck
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Death works slow on the wisest ones
Who undeserving bear
His practiced torments slowly tear
Life, health, pride.
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Unseeing glanced
And there again
To clog his brain
Were lines that blurred
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