Callan Lane Woods
A mist of Hyacinths pool, at the sun lit bases of the ever more consuming hardy forest trees. puddles of water, glistening murcury, reflect it unruffeld surroundings, faithfully,
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ROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN
Rob the Nob’s an ignorant man Ill educated Illiterate A chancer’s dripping pan The day he fell in lust with a Roman Catholic whore He entrapped her as his prisoner
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The Little Reader
To Jacob, though he won't see it :)
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BLOWING MY OWN TRUMPET
Repository of knowledge I was But it was latent and unused All these decades I thought I was wasted I never acknowledged it Though my immediate family Said it All is not lost
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Venus square Neptune
Love's bittersweet delusions and illusions
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Wednesday Sonnet: To Italy
There is a vine that binds us, made of rose And olive leaves, and figs and spikes of pine; It is entwined with sunlight, grain and wine, The song that is our language lets it close
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missing,mother,dectective; a tryptich
dark poetry,, life poetry, for all the missing people
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Pastiche
Truth and circumstance.
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The Coming of Age. May. Part 1.
A holiday in Italy.
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