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Humour the old 👍

Without the old
it's not just a typo,
but a ...
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coming of age in Oxford

February gives way to March 
slinking off with stale memories
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/ / Poetry / 4 Comments on coming of age in Oxford / 277 words / /

Koumpounophobia

I've always hated buttons...

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/ / Poetry / 17 Comments on Koumpounophobia / 224 words / /

O, my Emperor

The original Bengali version, written by Tagore.

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/ / Poetry / 10 Comments on O, my Emperor / 695 words / /

Sitting in a Twinkling Shack

I’m sitting in a twinkling shack

or palace, ...
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The junk society

Leave me in peace from all this morbid ...
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/ / Poetry / 1 Comment on The junk society / 158 words / /

Vulnerability

No one can escape it,
it is always ...
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/ / Poetry / 3 Comments on Vulnerability / 78 words / /

hip hooray for lockdown

our days are now nameless days
our days are now ...
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/ / Poetry / 7 Comments on hip hooray for lockdown / 70 words / /

To a Bagel

Little puffy girdling bagel,

all lonesome in your ...
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/ / Burns stanzas, Poetry / 6 Comments on To a Bagel / 100 words / /

a path well trod (venus in a red dress pt2)

the broken cello
sprawled on a pile
of flea market ...
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a life frozen by a moment of time

walking an empty pathway
blocking out pregnant silences
by burbling ...
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RAIN AFTER DROUGHT

a poem in memory of a friend who also loved ...
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on considering a photo of an old friend

on considering a photo of an old friend
 
 
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The Road to 1688

The popinjays in parliament are fat from lack ...
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(a) broken home

recent reworking
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I am not bound by these walls

i am not bound by these walls
for they talk ...
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Western Society is Going to Collapse

The overdraft is plummeting to trillions and trillions.

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and in bright morning

 
Jenny’s alarm clock stabs my attic
it’s 6:30 on ...
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