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\"NORTON\"
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Where do good friends end and where is true love introduced? The blurred lines were too fast and intoxicating They’d flit between wanting to..
�Flowers On A Cliff Top�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
A fish in a huge sea Trying to attract the attention of a passer by That fish lost on an endless horizon Attempted to jump out of deep waters- A..
�Hover In Conscious�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
…Like the car lights finding a sudden black spot curve just in time Like a well thought of loved one safe and wrapped in blankets Like the ..
�Living With The Bees�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
As we look behind we see the bricks looking so old and tired We see the door gasping and ready to be closed for good I feel sad that it has come t..
�Emergency Exits�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Where are the windows Where are the doors Is there ever gonna be a soft landing Will the walls ever stop throbbing One little half of pleasure..
� Spain�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Face to face in a Spanish bed You breathe out just as I breathe in A part of you is always in my oxygen.
�The Summer In A Somersault�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Walk to a place that encases all of your hopes Maybe on the way repeat the chorus of a favourite song- It may be the only bit you know, but it mak..
\"N\"
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Wow! Could you really be sending out a single pulse across the Galaxy? Wow! Could that one really be meant for me? Your blip sent shivers up my ..
\"When Did You Stop Dancing?\"
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
The busy daytime crash drives into your free night and intrudes yet again A job lot of heavy printed fingers strangle your relaxed tie and shapes i..
�Strange Nature�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
We seep through a city still asleep in nightmares and dreams The night sky above covers and protects us always Black is at it’s core and ou..
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