2 Poems by Peter Lingard

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An Adventure

It’s like an adventure, she said.
You should think about the fun,
downsides are only in your head.
In reality, there are none.
think of all our times in bed,
of days we’ll spend in the sun.
It’s not a day you should dread.
Just accept that I have won.
Friday, we are going to wed,
and from then on, we’ll be one.

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Afterlife

The trapdoor falls away,
rope tightens as I drop.

I’ve no desire to pray.
Life’s reruns are a flop.

Fishy eyes assess me
as they watch me transform.

From human life now free;
to a new existence born.
My shape is not my own;
toes and fingers webbed,
I am but skin and bone,
hairline finally ebbed.
My skin layered with scales;
I am remade a fish.

Being fresh food for whales.
has never been my wish.

I should have gone to hell
according to the judge.

Does someone toll a bell?
Is that too much a drudge?

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