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	<title>Heaven Skyy &#187; Ross McCooey</title>
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		<title>Event Horizon</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 17:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ross McCooey</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Broken fire-red fingers
claw to a distantly fading morning –
the desperate scramble
to escape a crumbling ruin:
Night.
A vacuous event horizon,
exponential in pointing to collapse –
that critical moment
of an in-folding probability:
Black.
Hawks propose plausible flights of fancy
until their negation by uproarious hunter shouts –
their lofty tangents
crashing under gravity’s wrath:
Dead.
Earthbound on a spiral string
the final turbulent moments expand into chaos [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Picket Post Cemetery</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 17:15:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ross McCooey</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Out of place sun shines over a picket post cemetery
leaning against green hills.
Neatly tended lawns lay carpets of soft
and respectfully uniform sorrow
while watch tower trees are manned by keen observing birds
singing to pass the time.
Visitors are frequent, coming to browse the many headstones
sighing in sympathy with the loss of so many;
respectfully negotiating the tragic minefield
set [...]]]></description>
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		<title>An Evening In The Garden</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 09:41:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ross McCooey</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The fevered dance of common garden fly
busies about the creaking laburnum;
a mating rite, a dispute over territory.
Taking curious precedence over the crowded daisies
this ritual plays out to an old piano&#8217;s opus.
Envious magpies sweep by lacquered ivy;
green and swaying in a summer evenings breeze
the leaves are laminated in a soft, warming light
as playfully they jump to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>An Old Bench By The Sea</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 17:43:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ross McCooey</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Through delicately latticed branches the morning sun is rising,
gently lifting the nights residue fog.
The harbour where peeling boats used to lean
is filled full with a sparkling blue.
A portrait uninterrupted, a fresco renewed with fresh breeze.
Through easy skies a playful bird dances a rhythm all to himself;
such a care-free fellow, no need for human quarrels.
On the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Reflecting Pools</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 15:53:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ross McCooey</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Other]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Through wintered forest I come upon deep pools,
each one a beautiful darkness, each one deep in their wonderment.
I could lose myself so happily in these waters and succumb to the blissful purity
of the unknown, but the forest holds my attention.
Lazily I drift along dirt tracks worn and traveled by poetic musings;
there is no signpost, no [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Midnight Sun</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 14:59:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ross McCooey</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[for Rob and Sinéad]]></description>
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		<title>Monument</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 14:53:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ross McCooey</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Such personal historic placement,
a moments pause reflecting such
memories in Cheshire smiles.
Somehow silent while trapped in
luminous surround. Distant laughters
are audible to those that care
to lend an ear as trees shed summer
blossom, baring naked fragility to
ever extending winter, unafraid, unabashed.
A crowd now gathers to pay respect,
the funeral procession soon commencing.
Finally, these matters can rest in tomb undisturbed,
No [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Field Marshal</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 15:06:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ross McCooey</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The great betrayal of a horrid tyranny,
cold and double faced. The ponderous crush
of the unwieldy jackboot, the vacancy of heart.
Blinded to affliction and cruel throughout
jealous ignorance, swines with ulterior ambition
constantly plotting, to the utmost; The Back Dagger Treason.
Uproarious protest muted through loyalty,
the field marshal&#8217;s heart, heavy as the hooded blade,
falls ominously down, severing his protest.
Glorious [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Custodian</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 15:04:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ross McCooey</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The boiler room. Beads
and crackling tinder.
An old custodian, hunch backed
and stoking the tired flames;
flames that subdue in anticipation
of cool breeze and adolescence.
Now they rise, colourful and bright!
The old custodian sits,
content in this resolve; glowing
in an amber aspect.
And finally, he enjoys
the last private joke.
]]></description>
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		<title>Twilight&#8217;s Reflection</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 15:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ross McCooey</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Silken curves embracing your form.
Depths beneath, dark, cold, yet tranquil.
Deceptive in this mirror image,
scorn engulfing entire fleets: so noble, so noble.
As night encroaches upon our time past,
your polished surface, as if in warning, gives way
to venomous ripples of displeasure.
Our concerto swells and 
crashes to thunderous applause!
Misty settlements soak in your embrace.
The tempest has passed
and a [...]]]></description>
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