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Peter Ray

Updated: Mon, 8 Feb 2016 10:59 am

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A Poet, me? I spend far too much of my life with bees and I’m still getting it wrong. For the rest I refurbish, redecorate, repair and sleep. I create in wood, print and paint trying to achieve an artistic, meaningful resolution. And…. I also write poetry about the things I see with my joyful eye and feel with my aging bile. It is easier for me to express my thoughts by writing poetry than by conversing or verbally proclaiming. Peter Ray

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Trollies The clatter of restless trollies, Frustrated by their lot, Percusses through the supermarket, Like a volley of rattling shot. In lone service lame they battle, Protesting loud and clear, Or shepherded in snake-like file, A raucous choir of fear. Then in the silence of the night, The massed ranks stand forlorn, Through cold, and wind, and rain and sleet, Their agony is borne. But in the light of day the oppressor, Renews its great attack, Mindless of the protest, Which shrieking screams right back. When will this pain be ended, When will this harsh use stop, (In the flames of burning furnace, Or in a detritus wagon dump drop!)

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Martin Elder

Fri 5th Feb 2016 18:14

Nice poem Peter, love your description of supermarket trollies. welcome to WOL

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