When I sit down to day dream in the wishing well of life,

it calls

“Madeleine McCann: German prisoner identified as suspect”

When I write on my laptop,

it calls

“Premier League: Clubs to meet to discuss premature finish options”

When I lift a cup to my lips,

it calls

“Rather cloudy with showers for most, but some bright or sunny spells too. Cool and breezy”

When I muse a...

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Poetry is a 
refuge for 
a lonely life

the antidote
for pain 
and strife

warm words 
blanketing
a frigid night

tonic for thirsty sailors 
drowning in an ocean 
from which we cannot drink

To our deserted island we go 

while the world 
casts us loners, 
introverts, quiet
weird, crazy...

Let them judge 
as they wine and dine 
in crowded rooms 
on cell patrol

while w...

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