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Play me...

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Play me...

 

I am

so hungry

for music,

my lips crave

the taste of

your skin,

body wants

to spend forever

as your piano. 

 

 

Frances Macaulay Forde ©  2003

(Published in 'Love', Perth WA, 2012.)

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A Book by Fatima Diop

A Book.

by Fatima Diop 

A book to me is a golden door

A door I have never entered before

It feels like I have just set foot in Neverland

Joylessly I read to many books I got banned

 

A book to me is a crazy place to be

I can be in the Bikini Bottom under the sea

I have realized that this book is taking me outer space

So I decided to stop reading just in case

My mot...

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She Defeated Death

She Defeated Death

She should have left the city when the chance was there.                                                                                       
Before the Nazis came, closing the noose.                                                                                                      
She has so many regrets, except on her actions.                                           ...

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Time and Windows

This poem is a reverie and contemplation of my mother.

Time and Windows

If the past is a tattered old book,

then why am I a ghost

at my mother's window,

so clear I can sense her mystery,

and her brown eyes, so alive?

 

Look, I can fly to her

through the high windows

of my memory

until I'm so close that she disappears,

and the curtain flutters silently.

 

A...

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A Book of Hours

 

This poem came to me after a visit to London, where I was thunderstruck by the  scale and beauty of the restored Reading Room at the British Museum. I was also wrestling with Existentialism at the time.

 

 

A Book of Hours

 

There was Time when its Arrow

flowed like a ticking clock

 

as it carved the future from the past

like a blind sculptor in one dimension

 

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'Realisations' - available to buy now!

Hi all,

I have just released my third ebook 'Realisations' - a year after my debut ebook 'Open to interpretation' and it's subsequent second edition. It is available to buy now on Lulu via this link: http://www.lulu.com/shop/christian-reeve/realisations/ebook/product-22865142.html

A brief preview is available for all three of my books on the website itself. Please buy a copy now and support ...

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My first poetry book!

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My first poetry book has just been published and is available to purchase as an Ebook at the following link!:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/christian-reeve/open-to-interpretation/ebook/product-22353159.html

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But I! Neither a product of love nor pleasure

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The collection of Frida Narin's poems are not a nostalgic work; the past is not in the habit of painting romantic pictures. The boarders in Narins poems, from north to south and from east to west, are not lines separating humanity. The flags in the collection of Narins poems are not raised to separate the people of the earth from one another. These flags must be sown to create a carpet for childre...

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Book

He whispers in my ear,

With words contrived to change opinion.

Long, spindles of fingers,

Reach into my brain,

Scratching,

Scraping,

The shocks of his sorcery.

He tells his story, with whispered murmurs,

Using the language of his creator.

He surpasses,

Goes beyond expectation, 'til at last his spell is woven,

And the memory of his touch,

Leaves me yearning,

F...

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New Collection Available

http://www.lulu.com/shop/paul-sands/scratch/paperback/product-21160352.html?showPreview=true

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Vietnam

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Vietnam

What is it like to be jailed for writing songs?

What is it like to be locked up for having an opinion?

What is it like to want freedom and say you want it?

What is it like to actually do something about it, your lust for freedom?

What is it like to stand up for your opinions and be jailed?

For four and six years.

In some cases, a dozen.

What is like...

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Haiku

Sweet Spring rain
on my lips –
the cracks in a wall

Thrush on the ground
next to the sycamore branch
Still bobbing

black ice –
another makeshift shrine
at the roadside

 

from 'Haiku' - a new collection

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