Chris Shaw
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TruceA Poem by Chris ShawCalm, the lass whose feathered pillowscradle round her sleeping head,with her teddy tucked beside heranchored in her peaceful bed.In her lilac painted.. |
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Silence, a Virtue or Not?A Poem by Chris Shaw(make your own mind up, I wonder what my brother really thought) |
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There But For FortuneA Poem by Chris ShawWritten after a visit to a local church where our Prime Minister worships |
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Ice SplintersA Poem by Chris ShawI loved him first when I was seventeenand knew through all his deeds he loved me too.A tenderness portrayed that was so rarelike petals touched at daw.. |
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Losses and GainsA Poem by Chris ShawMy brother would have died at 59. Through organ donation he survived another 3 years. They were so precious to us and we found out after his death tha.. |
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Gentle On My MindA Poem by Chris ShawLet this planet be a placeof gentle thought and kindly deeds.Extinguish all the fires of hatethat grow like mould on old stale bread.Each one of us is.. |
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QuestionsA Poem by Chris ShawAnswers required |
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JeannieA Poem by Chris ShawLyrical, and I do sing it in the bath. About my friend Jeannie, who appears now and then in dreams. My ten year old pal. Simplistic and through the ey.. |
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Who's Who in the Pecking Order?A Poem by Chris ShawA magpie with a beady eyealighted from a nearby tree,to strut upon my wood-stain deckthen stood there rudely, ogling me.He blankly stared, so I stared.. |
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"No more", they said, "No more"A Poem by Chris Shaw@ 1930, and true. My Nan's father. She could barely bring herself to utter his name. |
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