Autobiography
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
A memory of my childhood.
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The tree
I love the the sight of the sun as it dances like a kaleidoscope across my fantastic sky it filters down and tans me brown though I do not know why I cannot lie When the water pours on down
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Sun
Mid afternoon arrived with triumph as emerging victorious from behind the mass of defiant white clouds came a fiery orb.
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We are lost yet you are free
Alone now, I walk down lonely street feeling empty and rather hollow as a cold wind blows in a surviving echo of our defeat A bitter tune that I cannot follow not if we want to win
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Lights...Camera...Action (I.P.)
(Edit 10/1/2011) Couldn’t eat a thing; my hands atremble – throat, dry as the Sahara.
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What I wanted to shout while the steps were moving
Dear beautiful stranger who stared at me on the escalator - I think we could make something happen. I have seen a house with walls white as pages. We could take it.
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Loaves and loaves of wardrobes
A bowl of beetroot soup my love, some soup on the bedside table. In your fever, you will feel things too close to the skin, your fingernails are glazing.
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Mr Carnovan's Little Shop of Dreams, Part 2b of 5
A grandmother's adventures on the way to Mr Carnovan's Little Shop of Dreams
Trying to reach Kate
The instinct for survival has been bred out of her and she stands on clifftops, platforms, bridges - an exhausted think tiding knee crane configuring the messages she would make -
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This ends it
Dear inhabiting infant, we will not meet. The day you crowned the light was indifferent. I want to tell you how the blanket was the colour of blanket how you looked like rugby
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10.30, Recurring
Leaving, recently.
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oh what would my day be
we all get out of bedin the morning.do we feel like this if only it is with the cat they hug to:)
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The Blood Pumps
The blood pumps. Thick, dense, murky blood. Caffeine corrupted. Nicotine polluted. Fouled, abused and sticky It wheezes its way around his body. The heart spasms harder,
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A walk in a town I hardly know on my birthday
Boland often uses long titles to explain what her poems are about, thought I'd try it.
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Homesickness
You know, I’d convinced myself I was actually crazy...this time I’d resigned myself to the fact that I would end up in a strait-jacket by my mid-twenties.
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Inside
He was crouched Inside, waiting, almost dead with excitement, holding his breath in his sweaty hand. Was the radio on? Something came through a door downstairs.
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GLASTONBURY TOR A PERSPECTIVE
A spiritual climb up Glastonbury Tor.
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Happy
Have you ever been happy in your life? She asks, and it doesn't take long remembering... the moment, one moment of nothing much - a boy, a girl and a baby in a buggy;
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FAKE FUR
When I visit my friend in the nursing home with no hat The staff have noticed if I have not got it on they will say where is it makes you look young I reply it is only nylon fur
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Don't sweat the small stuff
Really a performance poem.. now all I need is somewhere to perform it! J x
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Do not leave me Lord
please, stay with me, create within me a pure heart filled with love a heart to live in glowing from the overflow of love from you. i cannot love people
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somethings
somethings are better somethings are sad somethings can make you really mad i try the best i can but i getting wore out somethings you can scream about too much
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Rug Beating
A little revolution
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Two Husbands and a Lover
(Edit) If there truly was a 'god' up there somewhere, why was he putting her through this hell?
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My Mother and The Man
He was always there when I got home from school. I would know by the smell of tobacco smoke and the laughing and coughing that it was him in the kitchen with my mother.
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Almanac
The year is 2011, life on earth has came to a grinding halt, The once much lo\/ed zoo's are no longer enclosed, The fire from the great furnaces no longer waits to be lit.
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new year eve
just another new year eve with out you my dear. You said you be here to hold me tight when it got to midnight love
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walk
walk in the path of life don't feel fear tonight it will be alright just hold on and your see the sun close your eyes and your have someone. take each step with hope
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To Fall From Grace
To fall from Grace, isn't hard to do. Once mis-step and clouds give way from you. Fallen Angel, once so adored, Now finds themself at Hell's door. Their wings are clipped,
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Cambridge
Poem about driving an octopus around Cambridge
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CRY CRY BABY (IP)
When I was very small I wanted always to fly So our old home with rickety two flights of stairs instead of going to the bedroom so dark nobody in I stood on the landing
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I saw a saw had cut a tree down
Standing malancholy and forlorn on the side of the highway,alone A mighty truck passed me by loaded and dripping with fresh cut wood It seemed to me to be bloodied
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A Home-coming
I don't feel particularly prodigal, nor do I really wonder if I'm a lie coming home to roost - I'm past all that.
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Rannock
nothing much happens (as usual).
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The Miner
only twenty years old, man-child sharing a paycheck with mom and family
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Barnaby Jones
And so sleep tight...
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Stone, unreal
For a while, it hurt like hell every night I lay with tears to accompany me, slowly driving then I awoke one day to discover I was not human, my parents were sheep, I was a sheep.
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Crumbs
The sun warms my back as I stare at my lonely latte Tourists pass , confused, chatting... Mother's hold hearts and hands As children enjoy their carefree life I am alone.
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On Being A Cruslim
Then I came up with the genius decision that I am a Cruslim. Yes, a Christian Muslim.
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from a place unknown
We all have these demons.
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A+
But I may have carried X When I should have dropped the Y The answers in the textbook Said it should all add up to Pi
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A Time to Play
Thank goodness our parents were unknowing of the danger we exposed ourselves to. Children often do engage in risky adventures, and this was to be ours.
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shattered
As the chandelier fell 10000 fine crystals sparkled beneath my nostrel the wind built as they lifted they soared sparkling spectacular through the air obeying gravity
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Round Robin: A Christmas Adventure.
another true story.
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No Surrender
Been through a rough patch lately. At times it would have been so easy to accept fate and go with it but the genes, wouldn't let me Thank Goodness...
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Anthem For The Disenfranchised
We live to serve that wretched grind. We piss beneath the underpass. Though peace on Earth not in our time, Our grounded dog-ends burn like stars. We flag below relentless hooves,
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The Space Between
The Space Between (20th December, 2010) Here I am, caught in the space between Sleep and awake, reality and dream, I drift, lonely snowflake, from room to room
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Winter's Garden
A midnight walk last evening...
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Coming Home
The poetry has dried up as of late, so here's a bit of prose about my last week in Durham.
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Contact
After hundreds of blank messages, a voice, distant barely audible amidst the spits and crackles.
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A Beat Too Fast
I'm sure my heart is about to burst.it beats unsteadily.then it beats too fast. I breathe in.I swallow hard, but the lump in my throat goes nowhere.
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So Sing
On a pure and perfect day, When the sun does gloriously shine, And the waves lap gently Upon these gleaming shores. This is the sort of day When all the world is right
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Tribute to Authors Great
When I am sitting all alone, I harken To the silence; the breath of time. I tilt my head and listen, As the pattern of this quiet makes a rhyme. The stillness of an autumn even,
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The Token of Love
Oh, what sparkling sunlight plays upon this wall! Mottled through the trees, that swishing, call To you who pass; to stop and listen, "Pause my friend; watch as we glisten."
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I made a deal with the Devil and the Devil was Me.
A re-posting of this story -while it does draw from my own experiences it is, ultimately, a fiction that explores where a dark road may have led.
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Aged To Perfection
Many Britons are in denial about their real age, an attitude survey shows. A number of those who are 70 or over classed themselves as middle aged or even young .
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The unlucky shop
My love life is like the unlucky shop. Derelict most of the time and then suddenly a bakery.
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