Love

Glam - Part One

'Nice, ain't she?' I looked away from the object of my distraction to find an older gent, in his sixties perhaps, long hair greasy and greying...

Say Goodbye December

Say Goodbye December, it's when we met A Christmas card of sadness, signed by regret I know it's foolish too, to say to you But I missed me, when I...

Little Girl's Dream

I feel the essence of this Christmas Eve filling my senses with fragrant warmth, submerged in a little girls glee at the thought of her smile, before...
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The Rose

Once you give me a rose A red rose, What has many thorns I am holding it, still Even though you're gone. Though it's bleeding Still, I am holding...
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Gold cherry

Belfast Boun (Poetry Monthly)

The bricks they may bleed and the rain it may weep And the damp Lagan fog lulls the city to sleep. It's to Hell with the future, we'll live in the past May the Lord in his mercy be kind to Belfast. Maurice James Craig
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Karen

Karen, You are not perfect. Neither am I. You are not an archetype, a projection; a cipher for my more complicated need for companionship or...
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Cherry

Winter child

Away from the leafed through house and far from the stale, bitumen thrum of traffic crush we curl back into the womb of the earth. Topping the brow...

I Forgot I Loved You

This poem was created during a workshop with the wonderful Hollie McNish a month ago. She has provided a stack of inspiration to me - through the workshop, through her poetry and through her performances. Thanks.

Sorces Of Love

Sources Of Love P K Routray The eldest of my generation, my elder brother “Prasanna” as a spokes person of our clan with seventy years of analysis...

A Soul Felt Gratitude

A Soul felt Gratitude P K Routray Discontinuing the discourses on the nectar of divine verses a rare occasion, my brother had ever done, during such...