Lay still my beating heart!

Beneath the white-wet dew-lit foxgloves, The lichens and apricot boughs Beneath the dusky gray church-cock tower And the ambient wet westward clouds, Lay still my beating heart!

Pale white beauty

A love poem of sorts?
Cherry

Iffy

A very iffy poem...

honeybees

frog legs on a bed of hashish, smothered and covered please, for her the barbeque Barbie with roasted Ramona, bananas without the potassium, no mushrooms for her please because she has that dream with
Cherry

Advice on Dying

Face the open window, make collages of clouds Add lovely garden things like fuzzy felt In this, your second infancy Wake to a plume of starlings or a finch
Cherry

John Jon

Poor John Jon.

Two men in a car, it was an old escort or something.

A brief insight into the lives of two alchoholics, parked up in a car on the street watching women through binoculars and dousing themselves in brandy. Enjoy!

Anthony, The 'Man Of Peace' ( Peace Movement Chapter 2)

The Prime Minister publicised his intentions to support the American President in forcing the Dictator to reveal or disprove his possession of mass destruction weapons, and to dismantle them.

Estranged

One can lose the other so easily...

The Hippie

(Candy Bites) The pleasure of freedom.

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