Robert J Fitz

I know I don’t say much,
But I hope it’s enough.
To leave you with a know.
Which I have come to know.

How to love you at arms length,
As I ever let you go.

So stoic because if I ever was to say it,
Or broach the topic,
I would only spoil it.
And I could never let that be so.

You look so beautiful now,
I don’t ever want to let you go.

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It’s time to place your bets.
On whether or not
We have the where-with-all left.

To get ourselves out of this mess.
Before things get too intense.

Before the oceans capsize
The food runs-out and dries.
And all our pain and distress,
Finally comes to an end.

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The candle of incandescence

Keeps me up all night.
Or at least,
Keeps me company.

I’m up already.

Wrestling to wield,
A restless light.
Hiding in front of my eyes,

Giggling in the night.

Flickering trickery,
I’ve not yet wrought,
Cajoled or strangled into mine.

I will have soon,
Plucked their shiny hides
from the night.

To sit together with me,
And these lonely, probing eyes.

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The bellows
That fanned the flames,
Of the fire,
beneath the ships storm-soaked-deck.

Kept the powder man,
and the traveller,
Some-what-well.

Faces
flickering,
In the damp and pouring dark.

The ship,
swayed and tumbled on
In a rock-a-bye-song.

Playing on

Relentlessly innocent,
Of the jealous elements,

Rising up against it.

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2020 was the year that everything changed,
2021 will be a year of much more of the same.

What’s occurring is not,
A cause for a complain.
But rather it’s the labour pains.
Of,
Long-overdue revolutions.
Finally coming home.
To set aflame
to our old, outdated ways.

So let the…

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Rhythm

From your workweek,
to your heartbeat.
From particles of light moving through waves,
to the way the music plays.

All of life,
is a series of ups and downs,
arounds and arounds,
and we are no different.

Our patterns, are sung from the same hymn sheet.
Our ups and downs, are a part of the same instrument.
The one that makes up the sound of everything.

And that’s not just some,
high-feluting-inaccesible-academic-abstract-fact.
That’s something that deserves playing with.

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Robert J Fitz

Robert J Fitz

Spoken word poetry and poetic considerations on public affairs. Maybe the odd story as well.