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John Crookes says of himself:

"I am not a Poet.
I will never be a poet.
I was born in 1941,
Brought up in the UK.
I only write in response to emotion ..."




Living alone is the same for all

An absolute with no adornment.

Listening to the crescendo of silence

We flee to work or play

Circuit the routine of the day.

Deadly dull

When night comes

Keep the demons at bay.

Prepare the food

The drink

The music

And retire to think.


Shall we listen to our divided selves

The metronome of all our fears?

Can we denigrate that intrusive voice

Beating in our ears?


Marking time in limbo

We revise things gone.

How we loved

But didn't.

What we had but let go.

Things we should have done

But couldn't.

Words left unsaid.


Is not to trust in love.

To trust in love

Is to reaffirm

The central core

Of ones being.

Once gone

It cannot be restored

Only requested.


So, call the tune

And pay the piper soon.


John Crookes
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