Poems by Zabadak

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  • When you write poetry it's meant to be read,
    By people who want to read all that you've said...

  • There has to be an answer for all things that...
    There has to be a reason but I don't know what it...

  • One of us is with each of them from the moment...
    They can see us in the light but not in the dark...

  • Murphy ate an apple,
    He got it off a tree...

  • In the brightness of day, white light secretly...
    It's colours are hidden until contact with...

  • Ah've got somethin' tae say an' it matters a lot,
    Ah'm desperate tae tell ye that ah'm a true Scot...

  • The machine is breaking down,
    It is ageing and well used...

  • So much I want to say, but I can say nothing.
    So much I want to see, but I can see only what...

  • Looking at the person opposite, I wanted to be...
    The worn face, weathered with time, lined with...

  • Another dull, drab, unfeeling, unthinking moment...
    Void of laughter while others laugh, of fun while...

  • Agility days are cold and wet
    And rarely ever sunny...

  • Once upon a time, a twice weekly acquaintance...
    young, lovely, bubbly, intelligent, this friend...