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John Trainor

John Trainor

Life with Isaac Asimov

Live life like you are young;
Whatever your age, whatever your status, whatever your mood.
Spend money like you have it.
Drink fine wines.
Eat good foods.
Do whatever takes your fancy.
And
Always
Obey the first law of robotics!

(2015)

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Done

Now is the time to leave the past… With more days done than are left… Burdened grief like Sysyphus’ sto… Mind parades of all those gone. We owe it to them to give,
These Days

How easily he cries, these days, With thoughts of you. He lies. These days,
Freedom of speech!

Political correctness has gone mad… I’ll scream. And shout. And mak… I’ll plan a march from town to tow… I’ll write a poem to express my th… We’ll ask a name to design a shirt…
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An easy ending?

In the mists of time, Before the dawn, Your name was written with mine. And so we met. And became,
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A boy on a beach.

A boy on a beach, playing games? Playing dead. As the human race watches, At home, safe in its bed. And half the world mourns,
Black Dogging

It’s the blackest of black dogs, That steals your will and runs wit… Like a stick in its mouth, Not towards but away. Away.
Perspective

Oh how we laughed, Cried, Fought, Tried, To make sense of our lives shaped…
Why did I say goodbye?

I choose to explain, Before I leave you, Again. That the warmth, Of your heart,
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Permanence in Motion

Stallions charging, Foaming white, Breaking on the beach. They rise, Raise their heads,
Why write?

Do I write my poems and prose and… Cowardly! Do I publish them and say, "this… How indulgent! Do I say nothing?
One Last Try

I didn’t set out to hurt you, I w… I’ll probably always love you anyh… You said that you’d never leave me… Then in the space of one weekend y… I know you’ve got someone else now…
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One Night Stand

I only have a moment before my hea… Wishing I could linger here, Shrug off the sweet repose of slee… Which is coming, And the darkness fills my head.
The wronged wife.

Did you see? In her eyes, That sparkle? I think she knew you once, Or twice!
World from my window

Four march hares dashing, Running right to left, From my window. Three march hares dash back, Running left to right,
The knowing

I’ll never be quite sure how you g… Still you are here. Inside. Moving me. I packed my trunk with memories of…
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