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Category Archives: poetry
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..
Posted in Haiku, Hope, melancholy, nostalgia, poem, poetry, Weather
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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
Venus and The Crescent Moon
An area of high pressure heralded the clearest starlit sky that befell the northern hemisphere. No news or talk of it; no questions why, except among the experts and the poets. I saw her there, shimmering, a vision unexpectedly imbued, … Continue reading
A Ballad for Stabat Mater
(A dedication to mothers) Do you remember radiance of one who’s always there the taste of swollen mamilla, the scent of her sweet hair. Whose kiss and gentle healing touch was cooling with a balm that soothed your painful childish … Continue reading
Posted in Ballad, emotion, Hope, Love, melancholy, poem, poetry, Religious, sadness
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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
Posted in Fiction, Heroes, Hope, Love, melancholy, nostalgia, poetry
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Painted Hearts
(for BJ) You paint for love and making home a warm and loving place to be I paint with words my heart’s relief at knowing you’re still with me. And, whilst we seem to play away with different loves, divergent … Continue reading
As If…
He was muttering as if he was trying to describe a vision he couldn’t share with her; with anyone. It was of something he’d never seen before this moment; a moment when she saw a look on his face that … Continue reading
Posted in Death, emotion, Free Verse, Hope, Love, melancholy, poem, poetry, sadness
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The Poppy
When I see a poppy I see the symbol of something that it’s easy to forget; not a logo, a stripe or a statement of rank. It’s neither corporate image nor party colour, nor crucifix. It is not even… …a … Continue reading
Eat Me
(for Rachel) I’m checking the time to discover if I’m still here in this world… or the next. I had a strange dream of a rather mad party, where everyone’s hearty, garishly dressed and no-one cares what the time really … Continue reading
Perfection
I walked and wandered, we talked, I sang, but also had to sit awhile for what seemed like an age. You’d had a surfeit at the bar you had leaked a bit from both ends… and seemed uncomfortable, unhappy, not … Continue reading
