Friar John Goodman

A lonely friar loses his only friend in the world

Villanelle

The last mournful moments of a doom-laden person

Wintertime is on its way (Lyrics)

Chorus: Wintertime is on its way; all the kids say hip-hooray; lots of snow in which to play on a Winter holiday.

My Body is the poem

The first time I nearly died, I woke up to my image staring back through the mirror. Shards of glass crystallising against my feet, dark stained blood sprouting poppies between my toes.

Small Town vs Big City

I lived in a small town once. The people there tried to stick me in a can with a new label. The new label said, 'ONE OF US'. The can didn't agree with me much and I didn't agree with the can.

Old flames

Can you return to your happiest days?

London night December 11th and much more

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Some kind of Priest

A Priest has to face his congregation knowing that they all know about his inapproriate behaviour the day before.
Cherry

When you're ready

A widowed man is taken to a charity shop by his daughter to donate his wife's clothing .

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