Morning Wished, Drawn and Coloured in. A Pastorale.

As it was, is and in all that's wanted. As it is, for all its disappointments.

Thursday Sonnet: Flourish

The first time that we met your eyes were lined With streaks from lights that now have turned to ash. It still was winter then; the season sighed In mists on the concrete, you were a slash

A Crohns Remission Prayer

I Thank you God Of Excrement For what my body's passed - That lovely, solid piece of shit That just came out my arse. No blood, no flood No nasty stuff Just good old fashioned shite,

I Knew I Was Right

How a horrible mess could have been so easily avoided...and about employers can sometimes make all the difference... and about personal responsibility!

Troubadours At The 4th Of July

A musician who runs away from the world discovers more than the escape he had hoped to find .

"to this wine"

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Out Of My Grasp.

It just popped into my head.

Moving To Aunty Betty's

The top step of two flights of stairs seemed to be the right place to stand to get a good look at the street.

Because I Love You!

The first poem i wrote for my first propper girlfriend. Tells the reader how much i love her and what she means to me. Hope you enjoy!

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