Tag: poet
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Wedded Bliss
Yeah well so much for wedded bliss. An unknown elixir I’ll always miss. So tell me when will it all start? After the fault finding of my heart? Or post hissing names in my head? Or after the blow meant me dead? Was that when the happy marriage began? Or will I […]
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Joy
Joy is such a bastard You never know it’s there Till it sneaks up on you And clouts you unawares. Go and ignore the bastard Bloody well tell it to go away Too bad now you noticed It will settle in and stay
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I Read a Poet
Time should be standing still. It’s four o’clock on a Saturday afternoon. The soft pre-spring sunlight is warming and relaxing. Around me children are jumping and running on stone walls and grass nearby. Yelling and shouting and sometimes falling : any of whom could land on me. I vaguely notice that they’re playing with foam mats. I […]
Andrew James Whalan 