Widowsnight

Widowsnight Widowsnight ought to be black trailing down lonely spines as it does crawling up from photographic shadows a sepia hiss of whispers regret regret and unlovely now, all gone

Bahrain Bhoys (Black Gold)

Tommy, Lenny and all the rest have also been here... this poem should be centrally justified and looks better in a ppt presentation slide.

my brother

this is remember my brother who died six months ago age 51. not easy to write but he had a life and i am remember my brother tonight, this is for mick

Passion Cooled

after the thrill is gone...

United Nations and Common Man: Focus on vision 2020.

:My thoughts on the eve of United Nations Day

Winding Back

It's six months since you saw him off drank coffee while he tarried in departures watched him walk across the tarmac of the runway watched from the carpark as his plane taxied

iPod Drive Night

You're driving in the night miss turnings you're so tired and have to swing across the 25 slip roading, adding twenty miles but she's beside you, linking you her music in your nearest ear

The Country of Romance

Now heed this well you commentators of truth. The country of romance is not the prerequisite of youth.
Cherry

Why did you speak in that stupid voice?

I heard you: You were all grey And buttoned Ready for business And those consonants Clagged in your mouth Like seeded fruits. Who are you to speak Of board meetings And colloquia?

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