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MIDDLE MAN

The Middle Man In the garden, near the gravestones There’s a man who’s dressed in black. He clutches at his chest, He’s no time for looking back. His...

Gloreus Golden Shoes

GLOREOUS GOLDEN SHOES Gloreus golden shoes left out in the rain We can’t find a person to explain Why she left her shoes and did not return. Just...

DAWN'S CHORUS

DAWN’S CHORUS I awoke to the sound of dawn’s chorus Too early for some, it is said. To the singing of Goldfinches, Pigeons and Doves, As they...

Confirmation that the poetry published under the username Well Wisher is the work of John Nandy

This is to confirm that Well-Wisher is the username of John Nandy (PID: 779965) and so all the poetry published under the username Well-Wisher is the...

Boy's Death

Today, my cat died that I had for nearly six years. When I found her dead, it brought me to tears. Animals always bring plenty of joy. I adopted her...
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Operation March Hare

The Department is located in Whitehall, approximately six floors below ground level, in a sprawling maze of corridors known as the Rabbit Warren. The...

Give Thanks for What You Have

Give Thanks for What You Have We were sitting in front of Wegman’s, on a Saturday morning, enjoying coffee and breakfast. We had been to the gym this...

Potent

Your energy is potent Flows freely Too freely Too intensely Control it Contain it They say Pure light energy.. How does one control these things?

Aches (Unfinished)

i want to know how you feel But maybe you don't feel anything And that would be too hard to face To be alone in love To be the sole owner of this...
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a Jazz copy called Vanessa

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I have a bass guitar, Its a Jazz-copy that I call Vanessa; Vanessa is my road bass, and travelled around with me in a battered old flight case. Along...

The Protection of Infany's Garb

He was slowly drowning in air He was fading away and he just didn't care He knew somewhere in his heart There had to be something better out there...

The Lights Of Sydney

The Lights Of Sydney - by Paul McCann It’s vivid in the City where the people have all gone , cruising around Sydney harbour and the lights are...

I Believe in Rainbows

It was mid-January 2013. I remember it well because like any other January it was miserable; wet and cold with the threat of snow. I was working...

Daniel Part Two.

Six weeks ago, I had a letter letting me know I had (another) council tax bill to add with the one I already had and the made up one I was given, the...

Maturity

Maturity P K Routray Is maturity a state of puberty or graduation from a university or attainment of a certain age when the color in others one’s...
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The Light Lunch

“I’d be really disappointed if someone gave me a light lunch,” said Mildred the Venusian. “Why?,” said her husband, Harold (who was also from Venus...

The Leafblower

His lolloping gait complemented the motion of the machine he swept pendulously before him. It blew not only leaves, but all manner of detritus: grass...

Treasured Mud Oasis

Turning vehicles have lowered little carpark’s centre, scoured – heavy rain brings spreading puddle, slowly shrinking to the middle – irritation, but...
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Jazz Vibes

The crisp, fresh smell of early summer nights The stars barely twinkling on a drak blue-grey sky The feeling I get when I close my eyes, like I could...

is it over? my youth?

The hardest part of growing up Is realizing you were meant to be better than who you are The hardest part of being young Is realizing you'll never...

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