Tag Archives: Poetry

Waking Dreams

Listen to the world turning in the stillness of the night.

Night’s end

I’ve been blind

life’s not been kind

living inside my mind

searching, what do I find

a dark soul trapped confined

distressed unkind waking dreams

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

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The Guns Fell Silent

Ninety-Nine years ago today;

on the eleventh hour

of the eleventh day

of the eleventh month

in 1918

the guns fell silent

From Great Britain and  it’s colonies 744,000 were killed in combat, or were missing in action, and 1,675,000 were wounded in the Great War ~ The War to End All Wars.

If I should die,

think only this of me,

that there’s some corner of a foreign field,

That is forever England.

~ Rupert Brooke

Jack Collier

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Good girls go to heaven. Bad girls go anywhere with anyone.

night is falling

witch moon rising

she visits bars prowling

drinking, posing, hot flirting

touching, stroking, deep kissing

allowing anything, wanting everything

there is no friendship, affection, romancing

satisfying her promiscuous lust by just fucking

men half her age

~

jack collier

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Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt

Maybe I’ll live so long I’ll forget her.  Maybe I’ll die trying.

All about me I see

near distant large-scale enigmatic monochromatic

artistic images masking manifest realities falsehoods

endured and survived commonplace denial of truths

tattered and deteriorated like the grey smoke rising

over deceits doubts commitments I see all about me

I see the fiction of she

~

jack collier

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Clouds, Colours, and Dreams

Clouds and imagination make a painting out of the sky.

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ever-changing imagination

a dreaming soul’s salvation

lifting your terrestrial burden

creating new sorceress dreams

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

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Witch Moon

Witches are women of the false and beautiful moon.

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the spider ran, the cobweb’s gone

did you eat it when the moon was new?

I chased your cat, what do you say to that?

I’ve even broken up your broom.

I ain’t superstitious, but strange things I’ve seen

I ain’t a superstitious fellow, but you worry me.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

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sex, lies, and deception

Ladies sometimes behave badly and lie about it afterwards.

Commonplace denial of truths

conspiracy theories masking fictions

black smoke rising as manifest realities

unbearable burden tattered preoccupations

endlessly survived, displacements deprivations

endure prolonged lies fact togetherness separations

careless cheap deceit deception falsehood treachery lies

Commonplace denial of truths and love’s long-lost affections

Commonplace denial of lies

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jack collier

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Broken Images

Torment is the night of the mind without moon or star.

painful

black sunrise

torn tattered skies

white surf lashing seas

dark storm and suffering misery

infinite fractal detailed tortured high clouds

amid the tumult her unexpected love provides sanctuary

and all I can remember are the broken images

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jack collier

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Poetic Self-Discovery

Everything follows after you find yourself.

just morning beginning

I’m busy trying to find myself

understanding keeps disappearing

maybe I’m lost in the sea and white surf

or in the lonely mountains under a big blue sky

perhaps all I need is a little help with this confusion

finding good times, clearing thoughts, spiritual cleaning

she holds my heart in her hand, and my poor heart is breaking

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

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Dusk and Dawn

Morning without her is a dwindled dawn.

Betwixt sunset and dawn is a mystical place

where the warrior’s path shows its truest face

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The worst hot dog I have ever not eaten was served to me in Fillmore, Utah.  Otherwise it’s a lovely place.

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

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