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Greater Gains

Greater Gains
How would she know 
That leaving at the time

Had been the best thing

She could do for herself

Without a second thought

Having walked out just then

And never looking back 

Was exactly what she needed 

What she head towards

Was no longer so distant 

After deciding not to resist 

The tugging of her heart

Every moment before leaving 

Where mostly painful memories 

Of the extremes of self sacrifice 

Which nearly took her all

There was a time before then

When possibilities were abundant 

But a series of bad decisions 

Eventually diminished their numbers

At present the slightest chance 

Was all she had left for herself

And every choice she’d make

Intended to make the best of it

There was no way if knowing

How timely her exit had been

Until each act of letting go

Translated into greater gains
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Solace


Solace


Her hands were shaking
And she knew immediately 

That some dormant domain

In her mind had been awakened 

It had her full attention 

Becoming the point of focus 

From which all acts evolved

And few words worth the mention

She had been well prepared

That every thought being process

Constructed the chosen route

To what her heart deeply desired

For years all that had mattered

Was how things might appear 

After beating at the glass ceiling 

Until it eventually shattered

Today she was trembling 

Knowing this was the giant leap

Which no experience before

Could come close to transcending 

Suddenly overcome with calmness

Her body began to feel relaxed 

Having finally found the impetus

That drove her to seek solace
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That Night 

​That Night
Jutting off from the cliff

The tall pointed rocks

Ran down to the sea

Which crashed against it

The cold salty air there

Whipped through her hair

And dampened her clothes 

Though she hurried past

She knew that by morning 

When the household arose

They would search for her

But she’d have a head start

The path through the hills

Would take her directly

To the village he was from

Where they’d planned to meet 

It was dark and drizzling 

When she finally arrived

To find him waiting there

Just like he had promised

He fussed about her state

Repeatedly touching her belly

Asking if they were alright 

Before they hurried away 

That night they eloped

Never to be seen again

They’d been secret lovers

Originally lifelong friends 
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Consistently 

Consistently 
Hardly a need for words

Since it was always very clear

In all their actions and efforts 

The strength of the love there

Where they always had laughter

And so much tenderness shared

With a mutual understanding 

Of how much they both cared

What they took time to discuss 

Where those secretly held desires

Which had become obvious 

Their togetherness had inspired 

There was nothing ordinary

Or clear cut in their relationship 

Which had naturally grown

Out of many years of friendship 

They had changed each other

In so many very positive ways

So obvious with the affection

That they consistently displayed

There was one simply thing

They demanded of each other

Was that they remain committed 

To ensuring it lasted forever
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In The Garden


​In The Garden
They always met this way
And neither ever thought

Much about the consequences

Should they be outrightly caught

Their warm naked bodies

On a blanket in the tall grass

Limbs locked tightly together

Sure that no one would pass

For most of their afternoons

They were lost in intimacy 

Which had for them both

Become an actual necessity 

What started as a picnic

Filled with giggling and chatting 

Had through mutual attraction 

Turned into clandestine meetings 

Their passion was so fierce 

No room could contain it

So they opted for outdoors

Where they needed no restraining

Each daily tryst anticipated 

From where the last one ended

He having found her special spot

Which for both was just splendid 

After each meeting they returned

To their separate normal lives

Until the following afternoon 

When in the garden they arrived
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Might Falls

Mighty Falls
He would not admit it
But this time around

The ultimate deception 

Of sickness scared him 

For most of his life

He guarded his health

With fine tuned attention 

As far as he knew how

What became his vice

Was the warm feeling 

Of the strong dark rum

Seeping into his veins

It would take off the edge 

And cover the exposed parts

While all tension was released 

Making way for relaxation 

Hard physical labour

And some heavy lifting 

Was to him all the exercise 

His body really required 

The annual medical exams

Taken for his insurance 

Had given no predictions 

Of any impending ailments

Laying on the coarse sheets

If the stiff hospital bed

He regained consciousness 

And sadness overcame him

All his life’s work to date

And all the money he’d made

Was not nearly enough 

To bring him healthfulness 

The visitors that did come 

To see how the mighty falls

Only made him despondent 

With pity barely masking their glee

The doctors said the stroke

Had been nearly fatal

And would require much work 

For basic functions to return

Arriving to an empty house

With a nurse and no rum 

Feeling betrayed by his body

Now hardly useful to him
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The Premises 


​ The Premises
The stench of rat urine
Got worst when it rained 

While the damp rotted wood

Creaked under the strain

This house wasn’t a home 

But a decrepit rodents nest

Which leaked in every room 

Through sockets it accessed

And when the rent was due

The tenant no longer cared

Since the landlady refused 

To ever maintain and repair

The siege of flying ants came

After a light drizzle late evenings

Lizards were permanent residents

Transpoosing from floor to ceilings 

Termites in the wooden structure 

Had feasted for many generations 

A mesh of faeces behind the paint

Was evidence of their dedication 

Now the neighbors waited to see

Which would finally give in first

Would the premises be vacated

Before the old house turned to dust
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Alterations 


Alterations 


It is profound discontent
That provides the impetus 

To drive needed changes

That spur action in us

We are not ever satisfied 

To sit in our discomfort 

Knowing the true value

Of what dreams are worth

What one often finds

Is that a burning itch here

Will soon naturally require 

Some  sort of scratch there

When the burden we bear

Begins to pressure one side

We must adjust our weight 

For the relief it will provide 

Placing one foot at a time 

In front of the other repeatedly 

Is the surest way to arrive

At where on needs to be

As such we will continue 

To make any alterations 

That will eventually lead

To our desired destination 
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Symbolic


Symbolic
I dreamt about a train
That I’m not to be on

Going fast down a hill

Into an unknown place

I woke up feeling anxious

With my thoughts on speed

And how much it’s changed

With my present urgencies

There is no slowing down 

Since whenever I relax

And take time for granted

I forget promises to myself 

It all seemed so splendid 

Before the high pedestal

That all my expectations 

Were perched on toppled

Now adrift from the center

I began to feel the dream

Was really just symbolic 

Of my own personal pace

Which by all given means

Requires facing certain issues 

And not placing any blame

With so much to be done

Because if anyone asked

I know that I would deny

Whatever I felt necessary 

So the journey ended well

And staying on the right track

In preparation for the incline

Which only seemed inevitable 

To follow through at this speed

Should in my sleep again

I’m on another speeding train

I’ll try not to be overrun 

By this much over thinking 
Ria 2017

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