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Poem for my big sister
A poem for my big sister about our grandparents ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once upon a time there were two sisters
One dark
One fair...
You
And me
And we shared
Sweets
Dreams
A bed
A room
A home
A family
An abuse
A neglect
A secret
A history
And yet here we are
So very different.
We shared so much
And yet so very little
You were
A coconut ...
Wednesday 28th October 2020 6:15 am
Undeserving
She stares at the ocean.
The waves crashing and falling.
Crumbling, Like an avalanche.
Everything falling apart.
For you can’t ride the boat.
You are imobile.
People do everything for you.
A King they would murmur.
Chasing you, begging for your attention.
Although you fear publicity.
But when that crocodile ran you up that tree
did you dare to b...
Monday 18th March 2019 2:05 pm
Saint Christopher Bell
"... any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee...
— John Donne, Meditation XVII.
Saint Christopher Bell
We seem to be collectors
of memories and junk,
piles of the stuff;
both kinds lean against damp walls
in self-support, waiting
for purpose,
finding little but ...
Thursday 19th October 2017 10:19 am
Dark Tower
Dark Tower
Like something from a gothic horror
This is not the way it’s meant to be
Pain and hurt crumbling from unsafe structures
And falling on the governments neglect
Because they’re poor
Because they’re vulnerable
Because they’re ‘not like us’
Souls lost to the flames
That crawled over short cuts
Or worse – over incompetence
Licked around the money ma...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 4:27 pm
He risked his life for the country he loved, For those he cherished for all of us. He went to war, and he fought hard, His body bruised his memory scarred,
Now his rights have gone away, He lives alone, uncared for, abused every day. He was lucky in some respects, He made it home, he survives yet...
Tuesday 2nd September 2014 8:32 pm
Little Jimmy
Tuesday 2nd September 2014 8:22 pm
Tender Hearts!
Tender Hearts
1.
I prove myself favoured in comedy,
Not even consciously,
Aside from my own wit
There is a clown of a protégé,
Someone for those to howl at,
Someone to grin at
As they pass my ill gait
Walking streets no longer caring,
And I will never forgive
This curse,
Never forgive the worst
‘They’ made of me!
My guess is, ...
Friday 31st January 2014 1:48 am
Ruined
beggared on this taunted key
eyes, long emptied stark hollows of jaundice,
no longer reflect the encirclement of youthful steel
and, thus cowered beneath such plumb altiloquence,
she finds herself now wimpled in a creeping green
where her walls bleed a jealous neglect
fish flaked the façade of dandruff drips
her autumnal fall into sorry stupor where
g...
Saturday 9th March 2013 11:46 am
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