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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

No power. No love.


Tough gig being forsaken.

Love has evaporated and presumably

Won’t return. How does a Romantic poet

Live without love? So many questions

Without answers. How does one survive

And find a will to stay alive with only

Cats for companionship and living

On the edge of a hateful town?

Maybe it will all blow over.

Maybe this is only a phase of darkness.

The power just went out again.

The radio is dead and I have a mere torch

To write by. Darkness and silence

And eternal loneliness. The longest night

Beckons. It’s the winter solstice

And the only one I love still hates me

But I know it can’t get any worse.



Submitted: June 21, 2020

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Mike S.

Sad but excellent, Craig

Sun, June 21st, 2020 6:16pm


It's cold and miserable but the Classical radio station is playing and Egyptian born oud player called Joseph Tawadros who is the funniest guy I have heard in a long while. Honestly, he brought tears to my eyes he was so hilarious. Life is good, and even great if you can hear such great comedy on the Classical music station. What are the chances? I've gotta stop drinking and writing nihilistic poems and it will warm up eventually. All the best, Craig.

Sun, June 21st, 2020 9:14pm

Derina Peng

May the love come back to you. Craig.

Sun, June 21st, 2020 11:59pm


I'm too old to believe in love, but I'm listening to the world's most humourous oud player on the Classical music station at the moment. He is so funny - Joseph Tawadros, with his brother and the Gregorian brothers on the lunchtime concert. Funniest radio I have heard in ages and great music. There is more than love to live for. "Love will tear us apart, again." Joy Division. LOL.

Sun, June 21st, 2020 9:20pm


Honestly, Craig, at least cats don't pretend. They want to give a scratch then they do, unlike people who are so sneaky in the way they'll dish out pain.

Mon, June 22nd, 2020 7:08pm


Yeah, Tommy drew blood today when I kicked him out. Why can't he treat her alright? She is lovely and he was an abandoned cat I took pity on. Cats have very short memories and very small brains. She is so gorgeous, so tiny and I think she loves me. What more could a lonely old man wish for.

Tue, June 23rd, 2020 3:04am

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