Moon wishes

The candles are left melting when the crescent moon is waxing and the people set their wishes to the west, believe to come true, when they see the whole moon.
Cherry

mornings.

One of those mornings.

Piece of Paper found in a Treen Box

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The State I'm in attempting to learn. Years 1998 -2002

Learning lessons about life and maturing like a prized slice of Stilton and over cooked fish fingers.
Cherry

Farewell to my Muse ...

I am now empty I am … Yin without Yang Strawberries without cream Love without hate Simon without Garfunkle For … Late last night I caught my Muse packing his bags I pleaded
Cherry

Pops

We buried Pops in his Sunday Best On that wet November morn I stood there in MY Sunday Best Shattered Tattered Torn “Private Viewing” an hour before

my mind has gone - or - has yours too

twas it the the night before christmas when all through the house, ran a mad man on vodka, screaming my name is not klaus, picking up half an orange from a big jellied eel,

hearts that bleed - or - does anyone care?

a sadness grips my heart tight fisted, locked in my eyes a fear deep and twisted, never before have i felt so unwhole, not the spark of a smile can i muster or cojole,

The general election.

The general election fast approach, reelin lies, The political jellyfish elite, pretend to have spines, For a short period, no vague indifference, the illusion of ties

Monday Sonnet: On clothes

Written when a friend commissioned a poem on clothes. Enjoy!

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