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  • Changeable

    Changeable

    Where are my poems Where are my rhymes The verse has reversed The bard has called time I used to wax lyrical And paint what I thought Perhaps I’m too cynical Or feeling too fraught I love writing lines tho I’ll try to continue But know that I’ll also Stop at breaking a sinew Which.…

  • Refraction

    Refraction

    Do you see a glass half full? Or empty? Or the glass? Sometimes life is so full So driven So het up We miss it, The glass, As it sparkles Refracts Holds all in. Just like us.

  • Decibels

    Decibels

    Is snoring like sleeping The snorp and the bleep. How much does it cost in a good nights sleep? When you walk up the aisle The marrieds all smile At the lamb walking up to the alter. I wouldn’t mind But my mum Could have smiled, spilled the truth out To her baby, her daughter.…

  • Pink for me

    Pink for me

    I am not a goth I don’t sigh to be a moth Round the Whitby jet black fang mad flame Round the well worn pub trek Round again There are those who hold penguin prints close Who are haunted by their literary ghosts Not me. I feel no need to shelve And file what made…

  • Out of the depths

    Out of the depths

    I used to read the Tales of the Martyrs And wonder at the variety of ends They came to as they held beliefs steadfastly Defiant ’til they dropped down, spent, away. My favourite was ‘pressing’ like olive oil Life seeping out between boards With each weight added inflicting More pressure than one could endure But…