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Johnny Cammish

Just a dance

I dreamt, vivid, I asked your hand to dance,
conscious uncaring we whirl together
Is it too much to ask for such a chance?
I know I have asked, and you said never,
But it’s not easy to drop affection
We are friends yes, but why not lovers too?
I have little fear left of rejection
But fear holds fast at thought of losing you
Sometimes I think that if we could just kiss
You’d realise we are right for each other
And we’d be happy with nothing amiss.
A fancy. But I’ll yet dream another
As thoughts unceasing mill, with nothing new
For now, my head and heart are stuck on you

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Sarana Conradie
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Instrument

The guitar sits in the corner of t… And I wonder, does it wait? To be plucked and played? To sing my melancholy vibrations? Left alone for months at a time
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Commute

tin can heat and toucan crossings mechanics smoking questionables with loud mouthed customers blocki… the route past the non-corner shop rusting solar solutions flat tired…
Takeaway

Once a week was just right? Greasy, slippery with fat Forever too much but right regardl… And you’d finish me in the morning I was your takeaway.
Whiskey

I find it hard to express happines… My tongue trips in unfamiliarity Whiskey calms that Drunk straight but mixed so heavil… With friendship and company
'tis the little things

I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?
Before the leaves were crushed underfoot

A sudden gust of wind and through a shiver I see a tree explode sparklike leaves shaken free a wide brimmed hat blocks the view
Earlier

I saw you earlier and you looked So stressed if I’m honest about t… But I wonder, did I make the righ… I spoke to you once (and I was ho… With quick fantasy (of worn out be…
The Woods

These scattered trees mean a lot t… And so often I think that here I’… Many years ago I sent a message Or two. On how I’d explore your f… Teenage fantasy written in bliss m…
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Trickle

walking in the rain past the irresponsible road works watch the oil trickle away colours dancing away always away from me
A Moth

A moth asks Do we know what it is To actually love? As it gets swatted at I can’t remember what it was like…
Maybe it was the sun

Come, come come come, He said grinning with blindingly w… Or maybe it was the sun? Strange, being beckoned on Worry not, I’m sorry my man
Motley

Come now! I speak only in jest, I am a fine fool, bred for courtli… Flinging knives at my head And catching them in my teeth. It’s why I can speak daggers,
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A Tragic Tale

How hard is it to write in formal… In sonnet form with proper metre? A few short words written in rever… A rhythm that must not be let pete… And a story, usually of love
Water

I drink far less water than I sho… And usually when I do I am breaking for breath Or singing too hard Nothing is better though
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Flint

I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage



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