Old-fashioned suitcases, the ones without wheels...
Such treasures themselves for the memories they held.

Skippered with no regard to a life-time of service,
disposed of - as I myself have been disposed of...

Perhaps a keen eye will fall over the rubbish bin’s wall
and take you home, give you a new life, if only

as under-bed storage. Or repainted in bright colours
to hold precious mem...

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Road Trip

We hold our thumbs up to the sun

And helpful drivers take us far

So grateful for each stopping car

We smile and chat to everyone.

We take the ferry to the coast

Through Belgian roads we make our way.

In Luxembourg the second day

Quaint towers and bridges charm us most.

That long road north through rock and moor

Twp German students take us on

For...

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We're all human 

We all bleed 

We all want to know what its like to feel free 

We all feel pain 

We all feel sorrow 

We all know what it's like 

to feel hollow.

All of us are stories 

Written in the sand 

Waiting for the tide 

To carry us away 

But whilst we are here 

Living on this earth 

We can learn to appreciate each day 

Because al...

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Expelled from here in his first months of life

And taken from his birthpace to elsewhere

By parents, in a desperate embrace;

Coarsened by the blaze of city lights.

Here, it’s neither one thing nor the other:

Too crowded to support a haven’s peace,

Too vacant to give out the urban vibes.

Smashed windows evidence its mild decline.

Yet he returned, despite the vile r...

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