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A piece of whimsy. And I did find a Roger McGough book at Emmaus, bot not in a box. Indeed I'd of preferred to use 'Doctor' John Cooper Clarke as the subject, but it would have spoiled what rhythm was in the lines. And I like Roger McGough! ...

Renewing old acquaintances ...

Supratik's poem 'I will remind myself', has caused me to reflect on what I believe, as far as the great mystery of life and death in concerned. At present I'm not working on my poems, but I wrote down the lines below last night.  ...

A first attempt at this poetic form ...

I will miss you forever; my first friend ever on this virtual space, from you I  tried to learn how to write, and if things went wrong, how to make them right, I will never ever forget the long and varied conversations I had with you, be it about India, during the time of pre-independence when you were in my city of joy as a governor, or about those sumptuous cakes your spouse would bake for ...

the last signs of your responses rinsed, I felt a tremor within, a mess, estranged friendship, a rage you venture to carry till your grave, the obituary you wrote for us regards no scope of concurrence the guidance I received from you reflects perhaps in my writings, erase, if you may, the damaging discord, volumes of those dead frozen wars om shanti, I beg your pardon, my friend, respects for you I treasure without end ...

An experimental piece to end The Mythicals' sequence of poems ...

Cove Neck, New York, May 1918 ...

War does evil we don't understand ...

So, what really happens to us when we die? ...

A counterpoint to the previous poem about Archie and the commemoration of life and death ...

Inspired by stories told in my old hometown in The Creuse… ...

Bloody funny… I hope ...

stay alive, you have to vote ...

Li Po, China's greatest poet ...