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Curioser and Curioser

as the dew dropped tulip two-steps over my tongue

so a pubic slaughter of moonbeams and drag queens

leaves so little space in-between the longing

hung, low slung, below the eaves of this curious abode

 

where pregnant questions await the gaunt relief

of a crucified thief who has chosen his flavour

so sure the house has fallen on the queen of the east

love thy nei...

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agingsexualitymemoryabstract

Lost Paths

Hi Everybody

 It's that time again and another new Poem is ready to be unleashed on the world. This time inspired by a photograph I took a couple of years ago in Arundel, Sussex. It has a bit of an old world feel this one which I think compliments the subject matter. Hope you enjoy it.

 

Lost Paths

Ancient bridges beneath crystal waters
Rotten dark and gone to slaughter
Duck...

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bridgeriverwoodmemoryhistoryArundel

A.W. of Accrington

Well hello there,

 It has been a long old while since I last posted and lots has happened since my last post. I have a new job and am now officially a commuter which is inspiring a large amount of material as you can imagine. I have also had one or two tragic events happen which leads me to my latest entry.

 At the beginning of this month my Grandfather passed away after losing a long f...

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DeathCancerMemoryLife

MEMORY

Memory, sweet memory,

That dwells within the heart of me,

Why is it that the things I see

Are not the things that used to be.

 

Did I walk those wild wood ways

Of make believe and childhood plays

That once upon a time portrays?

Did I really live those days?

 

The faces that I used to know,

The places where I used to go,

Now like the tide ebb to an...

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Memory

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