David Blair Poems

How wonderful
she said
You're 85.
What a long life.
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I write
a poem
in the hope
that someone
...

It was a
beautiful sunrise.
Even in the
muddy trench
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I loved a
Helen of Troy.
She left me
for another.
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As in Life
so in Death
I found myself
ignored and insignificant.
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She came back to me
after 3 months with another.
I saw the apprehension in her face...
would I throw her out?
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When we (we) write
I tell my Mind
3 wee dots
is not proper punctuation.
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Life is
a wonderful
island of existence
in the sea
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Does the Sun care
If we are Scottish
or English
or Welsh
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If
with my last breath
I can thank
whatever Deity
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