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Wisdom of Pastor Martin Niem?ller
"There are places and times where and when history is inescapable"vo
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Love in the Night.
A poem dedicated to a girl I met on holiday.
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Through the eyes of the abandoned
My darkest poem emotionally, about depression and loss.
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Odi at amo excrucior: I hate and I love, it hurts.
My first, conventionally formed poem.
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Mad Destiny
Being picked on can do alot to a kid.
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Culture of Chaos
The past times of our youth, American school tragedy.
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Under Everything, Over Nothing
The aftermath of love.
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Steps
Steps The day after the World Trade Centre catastrophe: "What kind of world am I bringing my children into?" Mrs Lewis asked me, she's American. I...
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Forming Sentences
I'm fed up staring at the screen
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Autumn Poem
Autumn Poem A blocked head, a wet nose a shiver achhhoooo, a blown nose, a sore throat, a sneeze and bless you. A hot drink, a warm bed, a big rest...
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Eddie the Wrangler
Strange night at a country bar
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Monday
Rainy days &; Mondays...always get me down, too!
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Some Hash and a Gypsy
Lost American in Europe
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Manhattan
A cloud of dust rains down on me All the ashes of my hopes and dreams Running headlong from the storm Running blindly from the screams I know I've...
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Glutton laced punk
Maybe my little posse of professional Englishpersons are being quite rude by surreptitiously staring at the obese family, trundling round disneyworld...
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Whistling in the Cornfield
I awoke suddenly with a dull ache in my head and an acute sense of thirst. The recurrent rhythms of the club were still tapping their feet in my...
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- 532 reads