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�Citizen�s Advice Bureau�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
You want enlightenment? An educated insight? How can I put life into simple sentences? The wrecked remains of our old selves Each broken brick crum..
Empty Seats
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
The time on the DVD player says that it’s nearly 10 O’clock Just enough time for one last cup of tea before the caffeine has any effect o..
�Music & Me�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
I want you to know something about what I think and how I feel I want you to see what it is that life has done to me… The surprise return o..
�Brilliant Pollen�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
The grey muddy month that dragged you to hell’s mouth This should seem a relief to be rid of now that he has spat you out The worst ever news ..
�In A Mood�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Friday morning alone in the corner of our local restaurant I’m just about comfortable with myself to sit by myself Been frowning for an hour ..
�This Is Why We Follow The Bears�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Phew! We triumphed the latest tube delays Nothing to worry about as familiar street signs direct us through backstreets Bethnal Green had never see..
�Home�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
I sit backwards on the train, facing the other way As I don’t want to see what I’ve got to go to I want to see where I’ve just com..
�How Are You?�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Seems like he’s coping He appears stronger than before But we could never estimate the power of the blow We never saw the shock and grief und..
�Sunday�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
She sits alone in her living room window Facing the glass unaware of what happens outside of her vision The mirror on the wall behind her reflects i..
�The Saturn�s Return�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
I’ve given up saluting the solitary magpie Their ‘walking under the ladder’ luck And the random group rhythm Do not matter to th..
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