Ten Thousand Graves

In poetry of lines equate The history of time and date And do describe ten thousand grave But words alone can not be-rave A hemisphere of buried dead Of crumpled life and words unsaid
Cherry

Obolus.

He stands at my door, arms crossed, leaning up against the wall. He wants permission to enter. I decline. He says he’ll wait. He anticipates my response: “You will!”

the dreadful love poem

What a thrilling poem!just a poem

The job searcher

the job searcher is work in progress
Cherry

Words

Words do not like to be caught. Poised, frozen on the sheer plain whiteness of the page.

amen it sucks though

I personally think a return to mother nature is inevitable for every living creature.No amount of words or manmade thought will prevent this.

A Gambler Born and Bred 14

A Gambler Born and Bred 13

I caught a flight bleary-eyed with £100 to my name on the day that the Gulf War began; 8th of December 1990.

One For The Rude

In an affluent London village, a man of no fixed abode has been caught sleeping at Lloyds bank on the high street.

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