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I killed my TV
To get away from
Advertising’s prosaic chatter-
But there’s no escape:
On the sides of buses,
On news w..
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Adrenaline pulses
Through high pressure arteries.
Brain crackles, electric
Eyes cast about wildly, seeking escape-
I am an overcharged..
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This little boat,
having weathered a violent storm,
bobs on the gentle, glassy swell.
Sails still furled,
she is drifting languidly
with the curr..
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When I told my Psychiatrist
about my poems,
he sat bolt upright
in his chair
and started
scribbling
furiously.
it was then..
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You were not my father
but you were the closest I had.
Arithmetic and
changing bike tyres-
Lessons started with good intent-
ine..
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An homage to Emily Dickinson.
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A happy poem! (Yes, I do write them sometimes)
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An attempt to express the inexpressible or a self indulgent exercise in self pity? You be the judge. And it's a sonnet. Now, where's my floppy hat?
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An angry piece.
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A tribute to Sylvia Plath.
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