drums (Remove filter)
NO CHANCE
NO MORE CHANCES TO WIN
GAME IS OVER, MY DEAR
THE CHANCE IS ONLY ONE
YOU MISSED IT LAST YEAR
NO MORE TIME TO PLAY
SAME GAME FROM THE BEGINNING
I DON'T WANT TO STAY
TO WATCH YOU, MY DARLING
NO NEED TO WAIT FOR THE END
NO MORE CHANGES TO COME
GOOD BYE.. SEE YOU MY FRIEND
NO DANCE WHERE NO "DRUMS"
Thursday 4th April 2019 8:02 pm
Scarlet Ribbons
She said that I looked Irish, as we sat and warmed our hands
Beating djembe herding us to sway and stamp and clap
I looked across and through the flames
That sighed and licked up over logs
Into her eyes, in all their eyes
The light: not fading, changed
Scarlet ribbons curling around
Stripes of orange a...
Thursday 14th July 2011 9:46 am
Recent Comments
Yanma Hidayah on Not Every Eye
35 minutes ago
Holden Moncrieff on Not Every Eye
2 hours ago
Holden Moncrieff on Better Sight...
4 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on 'What can writers and poets possibly do in the age of Trump, Farage and Starmer?'
4 hours ago
Mike McPeek on Civilities
5 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on EVEN THE OLIVES ARE BLEEDING
6 hours ago
John Marks on EVEN THE OLIVES ARE BLEEDING
6 hours ago
Hélène on Better Sight...
6 hours ago
Hélène on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
6 hours ago
Nigel Astell on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
8 hours ago