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(Before we were inundated with charity shops, we had the good old jumble sale. Anyone remember?)
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Rotating blades of rescue birdare heard above a storm-rent bay.As darkness of the night is sliced,a cone beams down of blazing lightto search the cres..
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( Written after watching the Korean film Poetry)
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( a case of being misunderstood)
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You bring me a kaleidoscopeof coloured swirls,patterned pathways, crescent curls.Shapes which oscillate and turn.Hues that burn in blazing heat.These ..
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(Tears from a five year old)
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I listen as torrents cascade and crash,crying out, not in whispers but rage,my ears deafened to the downstream surge.Flashbacks to Victorian darkness,..
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(An old poem about an old moggie, long gone)
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This beach I've learned is out of reach,its access blocked by fallen rocks.No more will I enjoy the sceneof children on a summer day,at play with shel..
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(A response to a poetry contact who said he was about to shoot himself after reading one of my sonnets)
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