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Cherry

The one who had no smell

starts like a love story, but really it's about smell.

You looked into my eyes

We wander through the streets of years, passing time in absent minded doorways and fragrant corners of some forgotten phonebox that is forever...

Frienship

Frienship means so much to everyone and this what tis poem is about.

X) Who Are You

You are secret scribbles on coloured card, And forgotten names in dusty halls. You are the life that runs through golden field, And furtive fumblings...
Cherry

What we see if we choose to look

sliced upon slate my glowing spark in a lost fireplace we see only what our eyes allow drift on billowing currents of warmed air and mud leaves...
Cherry

Tainted painting

One for the tabloids
Cherry

V) To William

to William Blake

Unfinished rant

and what are we stir stick disposable cardboard cutouts renting rooms in a take-away life quick fix made-for-TV remakes of the children we wanted to...

The Sunday After

My haze cloud memory And pain ache hobble Rode through the lights That framed your kiss And placed you full faced In the sweet warm silent

Singing to the Frog Pool

stick leg standing, crawl venture extreme sound, waiting in the bushes, behind the factory, down in the valley. clouds of gloom and despondent...

Reflections on an Empty Page

Part One she sleeps in rays of golden light where sunlight falls on distant sands and as I watch the wheels turn I feel the pressures of fates hands...

Q) Prophesy

You tempted me into the fires of Hell just to satisfy your curiosity. How do you feel when you see me now, striding through the storm, head bent in...

Prayer

You are my past, my present and my future, My White Queen of the darkness. You hold my life in your hands As you hide behind a thousand smiles. Life...

O) Plastic Hours

These plastic hours Of crumpled green paper, Ticking through the restless day; Filled with bubble gum haze Of aches and pains; Filled with squalls of...

N) Memories of 1692

The mountain engorged by its might Sneers at the resting moon. In golden shades of dark tranquillity The river sings for her sister, Mourning the...

Mindmap

17/05/01 11:36 am

Landscape Fragments

Fragment I Scurry scrabble scratchy creature, nibble twitcher, scribble shredder. Rustle rustle fumble flurry, twitchy whisker, twitchy tumbler...

Kiss

I found you in the fading warmth of a now distant Summer twilight hiding amongst the trees and flowers you lured me to your secret bed I held you...

J) In The Box

Splinters of old wood, Iron clasp and rust, Held above sleep And behind years, Over the shadows of time. In the box. The circle of ghosts, And the...

E: Tiger

Tiger You would not be called a Tiger. To you this was a child's name, a chuck on the shoulder; like sport, or scudder, or chief; something heard at...

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