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Breathy summer smell, Bleeds through an open window. Dust on her bare knees.

We came down...

We came down Out of the mountains Picking our thorny way across the rocks As best we could Until we stood Our hair matted with mud ; with crud ; with other people's blood

What a Palaver !

What a palaver With the pavlova Wish it was over Run out of ova Look in the larder Shoppin' by Skoda A.A. have told her A.A. have towed her I can do anything You can do everything
Cherry

The Goodbye

Mama had a funny look on her face that I couldn't figure out at first. Then I realized she knew...

Taking The Waters

Edited 11.10.12/21.08.19

life makes no sense

Why does our past still hunts us Why can’t we forget what happened? Why can’t I show you what we done to each other as people? Girl one

love me

losing love

love u

Do you understand what I've been trying to tell you? I love you girl, I always have Since the first time a saw your face I remember it like it was yesterday I remember being scared to say hi

Managing Director

I've met a few of these over the years...
Cherry

Office Party

Another of my "Working Day" poems, based on one memorable Christmas Party in Leeds

Lifestyle

The spoils of redemption ?
Cherry

SF. Pt. 11d. Somewhere in Turkey.

A rough night somewhere in Turkey.

Whatever happened to Woolies ?

Woolies has gone forever. This poem is a kind of lament, though written before we knew the terrible fate of its giant empire.

OH, NUTS!

A RANT in response to recent slights and oddness...hilarious!

about me-college prepatory student

I am a 9th grader at Kipp Pride High Gaston college prepatory school. I attend school from 8:00 A.M until 5:00 P.M.

Beefy Lion

Got to check him out, “Utopia” is how I would describe this brother, You going to get a real beefy lion, Arms exploding like another Popeye, Nose and body, forever pumping iron,

The Butterfly and the Crow

A sinister crow, flying low Seemed quite fat and content. A butterfly on air, seemed quite debonair, But a malcontent in truth. A coat of black was deathly stark

Supernova Kiss

Butterflies in my tummy, thousands of bubbles, Arms crossed in case he lunges, Now he plunges into me like a tractor, Action of a village farmer, Now ease him away like a feather,

Sub Rosa

You keep the real shape of you safe inside your secluded world, where you no longer need compose a public face to face the world. You open your cupboard of secrets

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