Cherry

Losing It

Losing your faith is not like losing your favourite scarf or your mother's brooch. (The one with the golden peacock feathers.)

Back to Box Hill - Chapter One

A young socialphobe and Jane Austen fan believes he may have killed his neighbour, an old widow.

It was always her garden...

A life-long love...

Old Man

About an old man

A LONDON FAREWELL - 15th December 2006

This is by far the most difficult rhyming scheme I have ever attempted - this poem was nearly 3 years in the making, i hope you think it was worth it

Dream

The sun is shining in my heart, fresh with a kiss for you. Your eyes sparkle like stardust as we touch each other's hand. We wait;staring into the void; Understanding our fate.

ON PREVENTING TERROR STRIKES

It's amazing how much press a story can be given, without much intelligent analysis being put before the public.

water

Water, water! Without which we cannot live Nor can we breath It comes in our lives first To quench our thirst Water, water! Life in our ocean it brings In which we swim Exhilaration is water

This.

10 poems from my published book, "This." 1464 words, quick read.

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