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Poems and Stories by M. Brown I’ve been writing poems and short stories since I was a teenage. Unfortunately I don’t have the time anymore to keep these webpages up to date. But I hope you find them interesting.
Do you recognise this woman? Her skin is rather grey, Dragging from the bone. But think of her alive, Cherry lipped. Her hair free of seaweed, Blowing in the wind. Do you recognise her? |
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Birthday celebration A hard fact, that we’re born on a day,
Not this day, but one like it With the same number and name A year, or many ago. Some are forced, dragged in chains To celebrate from the first This memory of a day Of the living scream Others, more joyous in tones, In delight at a party and act the dog, Excited as a puppy, wagging. Regardless, we have a choice To spend this mock day Starving from lack of laughter Or in gluttony with friends. And so what message should I take that last year I fed you smiles, and now you order gluttony without me? |
Dead A white haired woman lies dead in a bed.
She is wraped in sheets, a shroud We, family stand with heads bowed thankful that she died. Do you ask how this could be or do you see. She is srivled to crumbled bone, a corpse and that We, her family stand with mumbled sobs wishing we did not need to be thankful. |
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