a screaming discontent against all things real.

I drag behind a heavy iron sword and in a warm wet bloodied hand then I bury it deep in the damp wet sand, and I scream myself so very hoarse As I carve a heavy line

A six liner

A six liner P K Routray Accept your past, without any regret to lambast. Handle your present, without any tension but by being confident. Face your future, without fear of failure.

Confused By Confusion

Wollering, hollering and jollying follying All the while ideling the widening gap, Between Politics, heretics, the all powerful fix,

you creep ..

Brown noses ..

My beloved friend

The loss of a dear friend
Cherry

Tomorrow is Today

A disgruntled office worker gives a damming account of a typical work-day within the Finance department of the University he works at.
Cherry

Spring

Re-post. This former Poem of the Week has been highly commended in the Larkin & East Riding Poetry Competition 2012. http://www.bridlington-poetry-festival.com/competition.php
Cherry

Peeping Tom

He spies on her as she takes her bath, so beautiful and serene, but then she notices him watching and, spreading her

The Blanket Of Fog

But then a 14- year old cabin boy who had been on the ship went to talk to his friends

Cormorants

as feathered forefathers once stood in awe

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