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Suntrap (poem)

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A bumble bee got caught in a spider’s web 
on a bush near the edge of the tide’s ebb

It’s home-­trap nested in that vine
the arachnid calmly bided its time
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Written by Luke Dunn

November 13, 2017 at 8:00 am

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Nijinsky (poem)

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The inner vessel has sheer walls of white
interleaving feelings complexify in light

The universe of knowledge needs powerful muscles
lovely thoughts are floating etheric corpuscles

I treasure them and feed them on subtle energies
the cobweb thin candy-­floss crystallises reveries
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Written by Luke Dunn

November 13, 2017 at 7:48 am

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Guttersnipe (poem)

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The secret pattern behind all failure and madness 
is that we dared to be real and show our sadness

I have seen the great illusion that rules now
we took the punishment for all as if by a vow
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Written by Luke Dunn

November 12, 2017 at 8:00 am

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Gödel (poem)

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Away from me you bunch of reductionists
a point on the manifold uniquely subsists

connected and related to every other one
entangled and bound while complexities run
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Written by Luke Dunn

November 12, 2017 at 8:00 am

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Ode To A Space­pilot (poem)

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Beauty greater than any you have ever know will await you
as you fall between stars you will be amazed right through

committed now yourself to the noblest dream of our race
you’ll escape this island earth at a light beam’s pace

A planetbound child I used to look at the stars at night
for I lived in the country where they are still so bright

unlike the city folk who rarely see their glory
To me the history of void was an everyday story
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Written by Luke Dunn

November 11, 2017 at 7:57 am

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Stay Unfree (poem)

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I used to do things for the pleasure of thinking
kept a rich diary without tiring of writing
I’d clean up my kitchen and get kicks observing

always to be bothered to get on was my way
Now I leave rubbish and mess everywhere around
my past without diary is just a vague cloud
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Written by Luke Dunn

November 11, 2017 at 7:40 am

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A Midnight Swim (poem)

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Explosions of joy and shouts of sheer delight
were heard as we swam in the sea last night

Others, huddled on generic living room sofas
might have disapproved of these wild loafers

Glaze on a china pot is a thin layer indeed
but shallower than what in their eyes I read

as they pass me and tut or frown in the street
thinking my clothes probably aren’t very neat
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Written by Luke Dunn

November 10, 2017 at 8:00 am

Posted in Poems