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HE DID NOT KNOW HE HAD A BEAUTIFUL MIND TILL THE CROWS HAD GATHERED ROUND HIM

HE DID NOT KNOWN HE HAD A BEAUTIFUL MIND TILL THE CROWS HAD GATHERED ROUND HIM . . . He did not know he had a beautiful mind until the crows began to gather round Did not feel the wind … Continue reading

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RESOLUTION

RESOLUTION … It was always easier when the burnt sun dried the perspiration on your neck The old boy shuffled the cards of the deck, fingered, worn, creased, greased, flecked It seemed with traces of blood but it was just … Continue reading

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RUTH

🌾 Ruth … a poem of love   … It was never so easy, memories collected   are never postage stamps set in an album Recognition is the open door by which  we become the amalgam    The means we … Continue reading

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THE ARTMAN #2 – THE SAD MAN and THE GALLOPERS

  ORIGINAL VERSION – THE ARTMAN #2 THE SAD MAN and THE GALLOPERS EDIT 2 …   She looked like Betty Grable, she was and post the Brighton bombing Maggie had her hair, she might have worn Carmen Miranda’s extravaganza I … Continue reading

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I, I AM WILLIAM BLAKE

I, I AM WILLIAM BLAKE … Sweet bird of youth, I attend your birth and watch thee grow As fond as any doe or any love that I in honour still may show The amplitude of life, either ascending or descending … Continue reading

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ODE TO LEXY

ODE TO LEXY She is a beautiful girl is Lexy, hair in waves, as dark as Irish peat Her tiny feet, she can run to greet you in the pale morning Such a beautiful girl is my Lexy, as warm … Continue reading

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THE ART MAN #1

THE ART MAN – 1 … THE PICTURE OF JESUS . A look of recognition, the sun streaming making abstract shapes on the new, suspended ceiling, a Miro! She stepped through the door, I harboured a good feeling, a pantechnicon … Continue reading

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PURITY

PURITY There was a red stain on Jessica’s dress, it grew, an inkblot, a tattoo, a cloud above the East Fen and it travelled slowly above a spread table where the community were gathered Ben Dawlish, whose whiskers fawn and … Continue reading

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I, A SKINHEAD IN CROYDON TOWN – 1968

I, A SKINHEAD IN CROYDON TOWN – 1968 SUB HEADINGS : when Croydon was Reggae City – the Boss and Scottie … On the London Road, south of Brixton, eight mile north of Coulsdon South Two friends had slipped the … Continue reading

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NOLI TIMERE ~ DO NOT BE AFRAID

NOLI TIMERE – DO NOT BE AFRAID …   ⚐⚐⚐  … . I came very late to the party By the time I arrived it had started Coleridge was dancing with Langston Emily had a whole group of admirers In … Continue reading

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