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Tea and biscuits

A sort of elegy, for my grandfather.

United are we

We stood Holding hands While the sun curled Around our shoulders, Burning us through Our clothes. Our bodies draped In a circle, we Sang as if we...

Amateurs

DON'T YOU JUST HATE AMATEURS By Alan Brough I kill people for a living. Terminate them, end their existence, snuff them out. Choose your own epithet...

Child Of Mine

love

Zoo

Where do you work? At a zoo What do you do I clean up the poo do you enjoy your job? he begins to sob I ask him why he is crying he scolds me for...

Peas on earth

my mind is going

Lost boys

my mum loved requiem, and asked for another WW1 poem

Echoes.

for James, who is never far from mind

Friendship

written for an old friend's birthday card

Castles in the sand

about trying and not giving up

Sleepthief

the world of nightmares

Boredom

my only excuse is that I was bored.

Death Song

written after watching a documentary on Native American Indians.

Closing Of A Circle

A friendship which closes a circular loop of previous friends

Journey

to be read at my funeral!

MY VERSION OF THE CINDERELLA STORY

CINDERELLA TACKLES THE STEREOTYPE

Never

in memory of James

The letter

letter from a friend

Queing

Queing How very British Waiting all in a line Patiently No one minds, no one rushes ahead When you get to the front A kind of satisfaction settles in...

Attack!

Quickly! I said QUICKLY! Down, yes, under the table! I don't care it's too small. Do you want to die? Stop complaining, or I'll throw you out into...

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