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Pam in party frock takes a giant step,lips pursed, breath ready to blast a gale.Six candles fixed in plastic holders flicker.I'm four, sip tea from be..
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(written after looking at William Hogarth's art work, Gin Lane 1750 and reading Wiki)
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Across the lea a north wind blows,soon follows on soft swirling snowto cover where the grass grows green.Into the distance, there aloneand flanked bet..
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A visit to Highgate Cemetery, London with Pandora a poet friend. Although it was a hot day she had shivers running up and down her spine.
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In an ice splintered twilightSits dark in the gloam'A bird on a wireThe others have flown.Perhaps they've migratedAnd left it alone?So I think of the ..
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Gentle waves of crystal kindness,edging closer to my feet,as I laze upon these pebbles,smooth and flattened on their surface,by the power of the sea.A..
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Playing with haiku
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Attempting a sonnet
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The price one pays in life for loveis grief, so when it grips you knowthe measure and the depth of itwhen passes on another soul.It took a fall of win..
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Before my Father died,he combed beaches for stones.Picked for surface smoothness,colour or shape.I picture him in my mind's eyeat Anstey's Cove,pocket..
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