poems to forget

Throw away poems written in a rush.

Mandy's party

His mask of rubber fits so snug

11th OF THE 11th 1918

Young men cross uncut fields, over fixed bayonet streams, running to their end.

Barry's Wedding

They way he looked at ladies shoes And Mint masked his stubbled face

Black eye

I met a married woman And managed to get caught

Marbles lost

Has anyone seen my marbles? I had them long ago

Life at Sea

Listen to the song it sings Nature’s one true voice