Rachel

Lost and long forgotten past No more thought of could have been The streets she walks with just her dog Tied to her with a bit of string So lonely now she seems

Portrush

This is a poem I have written about family holidays: PORTRUSH We get in the car, Excitement and anticipation building, Always as good as the reality, Heading to Portrush on holiday.

Waiting

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Gold cherry

The death of Jim Largactil.

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Apples

His hair was unruly, I liked that. It warmed me to know that people can forget about their hair when they’re happy.

Conceptus

This will be the last time I will see you like this;

The late Roger Williams

You were born in 1924 and you died in 2011. You died one year ago today at the age of 87. My grandparents gave me one of your records in the late seventies.

The Heart Doctor.

Diplomas hung upon his walls A stethoscope slung around his throat. He floated through the hospital halls A King entrapped by his own moat. He regarded the praises like scattered seeds,

On Earth As It Is In Heaven

Custom dictates the maid close the drapes, this dull, rainy morning in Leamington Spa.

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