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We Never Suspected A Thing

We Never Suspected A Thing

 

Serial Killer

Feathers on the patio

Innocent soft eyes

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False Prophet

False Prophet

 

Magnificently

Resurrected antichrist

Not the messiah

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Comedy Hitler

COMEDY HITLER


Comedy Hitler?
Freddie Starr? Charlie Chaplin?
No - Nigel Farage

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To That Person Who Chips In To Finish A Crossword For You

To That Person Who Chips In To Finish A Crossword For You

 

It is much harder

To answer all but one clue

Than the missing last

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Olive

Olive

 

“I ate you” I said,

Bitter, hard hearted affair

I keep repeating.

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Herod

Herod

 

Mother bears her child

and prays the bright, guiding, light

is not a rocket.

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Wounded

Wounded.

Black bullet hole wound
blooms red November petals.
Blood and remembrance.

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Passchendaele (Autumn 1917)

Passchendaele (Autumn 1917)

Blind, wide open, eyes.
Dripping poppy petal tears.
Crimson rivers flow.

Fields transformed to mud.
Deep cut trenches scar the earth.
Wounds that will not heal.

Gas clouds drift from hell.
Death exhaled in fetid breath.
Lost boys fall like flies.

Ghosts haunt no mans land
searching for their bitter souls
in butchered bodies.

Finding empty shells,
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On Sandal's Field Of Ghosts

On Sandal’s Field Of Ghosts.

 

Mist hangs over fields -

ahead, the castle looms where

died the Duke Of York.

 

At the willows three

a chill permeates the air

and touches nerve ends.

 

Here fell the Yorkist

hope – body mutilated

and dragged through the mud.

 

Decapitated.

His head sent on to York to

top a traitors spike.

 

I...

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