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Chris Duncan

Poetry

Passage of time Rhyme

There is some things that are most fine Precious and dear to someone Will cease to be, simply gone over the passage of time With a splendid spread, one sits to dine Tastes, aromas fleetingly floating free Then there is no food, nothing left to see with the passage of…
Chris Duncan
10th May 2012
Poetry

Keeper

Keeper of the croft Fresh hay gathered and stored in the loft The land he doth work with honourable hand For many of the hour-glass’s grain of sand Keeper of the lighthouse Often in solitude, no place for a spouse He doth ensure the light shone out yonder So ship…
Chris Duncan
21st November 2011
Poetry

The Loss

Of a father, dear and cherished Piggy backs no more, he has perished Of a Mother, beautiful. Caring and sweet Getting home, no longer her smile will greet Of a Sister, older or young No longer able to play and have fun Of a brother who looked after me No…
Chris Duncan
14th November 2011
Poetry

The dark side of town

There is a side to my home town Which when I think on it, I feel down It’s sorry miserable and dark Flowing like fog, from streets and park There is a menace abroad Spilling onto the street, a host, a hoard At night it is worse still It is…
Chris Duncan
8th November 2011
Poetry

The tank trap

I wondered lonely as a challenger battle tank The smell inside can get ripe, quite rank Leaving trails in soil, sand and snow For their size they are far from slow Noisily grinding, abruptly the sound did cease Perhaps the bearings needed more grease But alas no, the tank stopped…
Chris Duncan
6th November 2011
Poetry

Natures Symphony

The Boiling angry sky building far above Darkness descends as the sun is swallowed The air feels prickly and thick with malice We will soon witness the gods and drink from their chalice There is a deep rumble felt across the land As it signals the start of this display…
Chris Duncan
6th November 2011
Poetry

Yawning in the Morning

Very early in the morn, When the rays of the sun signal dawn I stretch as a new day is born And then I luxuriously Yawn Now at work, the screen glowing at me I continue to show my fillings for all to see I unlock my jaws and open…
Chris Duncan
6th November 2011
Poetry

The windy wet search in the night

As I stand braced against the wind on my face Looking out on the lonely foreboding place Horizontal rain drives to my bone I am very far from a warm cosy home I may as well be alone up here There are others, do not fear We are all here…
Chris Duncan
6th November 2011
Poetry

The ride of your life

As with all good rides It starts with a slow climb, ratchets click The juddering advance to the skies, hardly slick As your life develops during childhood years It starts and stops, full of hopes and fears Onward your journey to the top At the crest of the rise a…
Chris Duncan
16th July 2011
Poetry

From darkness to light

From darkness to light I am trying hard to pull myself from darkness to light I find this a difficult thing to do, try as I might I am not sure how much longer that living in the past With all its problems and memories, will last I still have…
Chris Duncan
16th July 2011