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You're frozen from emotion

How can someone live in hate?

Penny Pimlico

Penny Pimlico Little Penny Pimlico, In buttoned coat and hat, Walks to school in leaps and bounds, To avoid the pavement cracks,

Tea

Tea Whenever there's a problem, There's always a solution, It comes in the form of cups of tea, The solution is dilution. When you're in a crisis,...

Saudades

Two men share the same object of desire...

Q/- Charlotte's web

So good to be free...

Dirty Bear

I might have been a Teddy, or ...

Heather

Me secretaries Given me heather Lucky she said (She's a fella) She thinks I don't know But she can't tie a bow She quivers in heels And drinks stella...

Rubbish

It had been his granddad's wallet, the one I found in my son's bin. I took it out and dusted the pencil sharpenings from it. I sat down on the chair...

Fleece

He had never slept on a beach before. Kasia had said she wanted to see a proper English seaside, so he took her there for the day. They'd only been...

Sunday

I picture grasses upward rate See swell of ash in fireside grate Sense desperate crave of hungry hound Image course of weed from ground Spot mound of...
Cherry

3/20/04

Work Diary, 3/20/04 1. Why am I still calling these things "work diaries?" Work is such that I'm lucky to make it to the toilet before the next...

A Birthday Poem

Imspired by Spike Milligan but written with love
Cherry

Shades of Orange

Based on the conflict in the middle east..a child's personal account.

Hunger!

detailing the story of one child's life in the midst of poverty. Has a bit of a moral.

Abused: Lord, Why?

a poem about a person who's rejected and falls prey to racist abuse as a result of their colour. Makes you think...

Love

Is this a poem?

Woolly Cardies

The good die young or so I've heard No doubt because the worlds absurd The sinful scourge that covet things Have woolliness to smooth their wings A...

Parody of a minstrel show

usual gripes and complaints about what it is to be a minority in America, nothing new

Zzzz

Sleep brings my body to rest, Inside all is desolate and tranquil, Everything stops, Even my brain doesn't whine in its effervescence, And the day's pains and practices are forgotten, For eight hours of the finest slumber,

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