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Saints RestA Poem by Lathen GriffithsIt was a stilly night, with darkness investing itself so heavily into every corner of my hometown, that it held the majority share of its streets and .. |
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EchoA Poem by Lathen GriffithsListen, Listen, There it is, There it is, There’s an echo, There’s an echo, Can you hear it? Can you hear it? Hello, Hel.. |
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GroundedA Poem by Lathen GriffithsThe ink that was scraped all over the paper, left only squiggles the colour of damsons, my favourite fruit that’s made into jam, and ri.. |
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Dreaming Of DirtA Poem by Lathen GriffithsBreadcrumbs led me here this morning, I was lucky for the early birds we’re catching worms, Whilst they lay in their beds, dr.. |
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Seize the dayA Poem by Lathen GriffithsEarlier, before I began it was later than I thought time you see had run too quickly to be caught so I’ll have to move myself and get a f.. |
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For All The Night OwlsA Poem by Lathen GriffithsI stole by guards at midnight’s gate into the early hours, tip toeing through a maze of doors, passages and towers, along a crooked hallway.. |
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The teachings of a tortoiseA Poem by Lathen GriffithsIf I, consumed by worry, Simply wave my life away, being always in a hurry, haring, dashing through each day never ever blue sky pondering, ful.. |
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My love and me.A Poem by Lathen GriffithsIvy- evergreen, still wraps around the bough, the bough still grows from the tree; the tree is still rooted deep in the ground, where we stood.. |
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LIIA Poem by Lathen GriffithsYesterday passed me by like a canal barge in a bathtub and left me with the knowledge that I’ll be mopping up for days. I don’t thi.. |
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FallA Poem by Lathen GriffithsThere is a breeze through the trees that whispers “September” reminding the leaves it soon will be time; they sigh with regret that s.. |
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MorselsA Poem by Lathen GriffithsI asked a sparrow, “what are you pecking for?” she said, “morsels.” I asked a beggar, “what are you begging for?&r.. |
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A thought for Thursday morning.A Poem by Lathen GriffithsEarly mornings are like an untouched blanket of snow, for when I rise before the dawn, I can feel my footsteps crunch into a freshly fallen day. .. |
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The Haunted Picture FrameA Poem by Lathen GriffithsA little something for Halloween/Samhain 🎃👻🎃 |
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It is nowA Poem by Lathen GriffithsDo not pursue the past. Do not lose yourself in the future. Looking deeply at life as it is in the very here and now, the practitioner dwells in stabi.. |
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Ten rounds with darknessA Poem by Lathen GriffithsA stutter of traffic noise and the day’s begun, like a left jab from Muhammad Ali, There’s no sitting ringside no waiting around, .. |
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April 8th 2023A Poem by Lathen GriffithsToday I saw a butterfly, She helped me fly away, I had no words to utter why? there were no words to say. She flew up to the majesty, .. |
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