Chris Shaw
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On A Westerly There Fly IA Poem by Chris Shaw(Today in the UK it is Mothering Sunday. This poem is dedicated to my mum, and the many like her. Only one designated visitor allowed for a visit in t.. |
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Division BellsA Poem by Chris Shaw(there are always two sides to every story) |
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ConfessionalA Poem by Chris Shawi address my dead lovesand some of those living tooi confess my desireto hold on to youmemories are fine whenyou are sound of mindbut then there are o.. |
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Birthday FloraA Poem by Chris Shawcast them aside they saidonce dressed in pearl perfectionthose roses are undoubtedly deadwhile tiger moon lilies look onbruised and bemusedno longer g.. |
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Gable EndA Poem by Chris Shawlong after leavingbrushwood of silver birchwill still tremble inmornings soft spring breezelengthy tresses will teasepre dawn air while whispersbring .. |
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Ad InfinitumA Poem by Chris Shaw(a love poem) |
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Dial It DownA Poem by Chris Shawsea stacks standseparated from motherlandsurrounded by salt waterspray spitting venomlike lost childrenparted from parentswho fret in empty housescast.. |
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Helleborus Orientalis (Pretty Ellen)A Poem by Chris Shaw(a garden reprieve) |
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A Rose For All SeasonsA Poem by Chris Shaw(an anniversary offering) |
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After DarkA Poem by Chris Shawforgotten in a chipped clay pothalf hidden by composted leavesbeneath bare branches where in marchmagnolias make purple bloomsthere where all is darkl.. |
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