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A plurality of poetry

A proliferation of short poems by Martyn Foster.

What you’ll find hereafter is six independent four-lined poems which I scribbled at various times in recent months as a part of what I like to call “Morning Café Musings”, please enjoy.

The ones I liked best were the third and last ones, but let me know which you like best.


Brain like a runaway train

A rollercoaster ride of pain

Spraying bullets in the dark

Hoping to hit its mark


Tired eyes, tired mind

A burden too big to bare

Staring into the abyss

The soul wanders into The Devil’s lair


Living in a world of one

A desert island of the mind

Is this a result of my own doing?

Seek and you shall find


Free as a bird, enslaved as a human

Is the bird really free? He knows nothing else

A branch here, a crumb there

All in the pursuit of good health


The weight of the world on your shoulders

But “the world is not enough”

The melancholia of someone

Whose inner world is boundless


What does it mean to love someone?

Communication takes on other levels

Duality is always secretly unity

Entwined forever, the red and white rose petals

I hope you have enjoyed reading this collection of short poetry, please feel free to check out my other poetry linked below:




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