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pen Ecanus•net :: Poems

So here we are, Fallen Angel's poetry page. I thought about arranging them by subject, then I thought about arranging them by date, and then it all started getting rather complicated, so I decided instead just to stick with a plain and simple A to Z by title. Want to see all the poems with titles beginning with C? Just click the 'C' and as if by magic the poems shall appear! Them squirrels that run this place ain't half speedy!

This is my assorted collection of poems spanning the years. These cover many times, places and feelings. Some have details of where I was when I wrote them, what I was doing, and what inspired them. With others, it's so long ago now I've no idea where they came from, only that I liked them enough to keep them around.

Some were written as 'me', some for other people, and some while I was trying to get "into character" for whatever I happened to be writing at the time – the weird ones, I'm claiming insanity grounds on. ;–)

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Missing You

I love you completely
My friend
Image of me
I miss your smile
conversations
private jokes we once shared
Just your presence
Here with me

I wish you were here with me now.

9.6.94 (3.20am)

Mitosis

One little lonely cell wanting to divide,
wanted to be two, but ended up five.
Five little lonely cells wanna play the game,
they wanted to be two, but ended up the same.
Not so lonely little cells now, a crowd, a group, a mass,
but still they wanna play the game, so guess what came to pass?
The cells, they were a friendly bunch, so invited neighbours in,
and they too divided, but quintuplets instead of twins.
Now the mass they were a-growing, and from the world they tried to hide,
as they changed their world around them so they could survive.
And their presence went unnoticed when they numbered few,
but as the mass extended their being started to give clues,
but by then their number was so great, they wouldn't easily go away,
and their presence was extended more when lonely little cells did stray.
And they changed their world to keep them safe,
to protect them from harm,
but their world could not sustain them,
and their presence began to cause alarm.
Their world provided nurture, but also was a prison cell,
for in changing their world they also sounded their own death knell.
Their world it started breaking down,
their numbers it could not sustain,
their world became a battleground, of fight, of fear, of pain.
And when their world could take no more,
and their host did die,
it took with it their life force, and left them high and dry.

One little lonely cell wanting to divide,
wanted to be two, but ended up five.
Five little lonely cells, the outcome's always the same,
a world of fight, a world of fear, a world that ends in pain.

7.9.07

Mitosis is the process of cell division in cells that produces cells that are genetically identical to the parent cell – the poem takes some artistic licence though in the description of the process of division. "Mitosis" is inspired by my grandmother's battle with bowel cancer. Though she fought for four months after her cancer was diagnosed, ultimately we all knew what the outcome would be. Her cancer died with her on 16th July 2007.

"Mitosis" is dedicated to Mary Ellen Turner, 1921 – 2007.

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More than it

Be more than just your illness, though it may try and rule your life,
You're bigger than it, though in pain try to be strong,
Through it the being of you survives.

Though the body may be weak, something inside can be strong,
You're more than just the physical everyone sees,
Your personality drives you on.

No–one sees the pain you feel, or the effort it takes,
To pretend like you're feeling okay to the world,
While inside you hide the heartache.

In that strength you're fighting back, living as much as you're able to,
Showing the world that you're more than a patient,
Seeing the world and itís graces anew.

But don't be afraid to grieve and fear, for your present and what you've lost
It's easy to build a wall to protect,
But it comes at quite a cost.

So be more than just your illness, but don't be afraid to let your feelings show,
Let those close to you help you in your fight,
And together you will grow.

15.12.03

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