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Collaboration …

Originally posted on Musings and Smatterings:
Decline By John Anstie When you have given all, then lost, is this the colour of blame? The love that drips from your sweet lips and drowns someone in shame. When young, their hue…

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Waiting for The Sun ..

(Haiku for an English summer) Our sun hats, resting on the newel post in the hall, are trying to tell us something..

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Past Masters

(A Clarean Sonnet) If I had ever taken note at school, those moments often shunned by this poor fool, of literature, philosophy and tomes that offered us the sustenance of poems. Be gowned, our masters strenuously plead that sonnets and soliloquy … Continue reading

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Midnigh Morvening

The light it was a brightening on winter’s dawning day it was the midnigh morvening that showed us all the way and how the beasties of the norn did plague the Gothan bride, but facing fiery teeth with Day the … Continue reading

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Rose Petal

You came to me from rose vermilion red; so rude and flushed with health you seemed to be. I was surprised when I discerned instead your disposition was no longer free; that, whilst you were so moist and soft, I … Continue reading

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Message from Mother Earth

I woke to feel no breath, as if at birth, so I could hear the breath of mother earth. She heaves with sighs of lives foregone, reminding us we need to change our song, review the wiles of new invented … Continue reading

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Goons at The Graves

It’s eight o’clock and all is well for Peter, Spike and Harry. If they were at The Graves to tell the time, how long we’d tarry. © 2010 John Anstie (View the author’s commentary on this poem)

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