My Poetry. Expressionless.
You search till there aren’t any places look around at expressionless faces look to man for his own disgraces Naked women covered in laces. Children s...
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13th January 2021
My Poetry. A Mothers Fear.
An old woman cried all through the night, For she lost four sons in a bloody fight, Their voices still heard, in a distant past, Born...
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4th September 2020
My Poetry. A Mothers fear.
An old woman cried all through the night, For she lost four sons in a bloody fight, Their voices still heard, in a distant past, Born...
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11th April 2020
Billys Rants. Isis is Isis.
It beggars belief that someone who ran away to join a terrorist group decides she wants to come back home to the UK because she has...
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17th February 2019
My Poetry. A Prisoner in her own Home.
Colourful prisms of light set free from blackened cracked glass forcing the darkness to illuminate Allowing the aroma of cut grass.She never leaves her homeimprisoned within...
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3rd May 2017
My Poetry. The Arachnid and Me!!
There was a spider crawling on my floor couldn’t catch the blighter To put out the door. Every day my eyes were peeled hoping it would...
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2nd May 2017
