La chambre de Pandore La chambre de Pandore La chambre de Pandore children sing this continuous song as they dance under my window six years ago a velvet box was left in my room whilst I was sleeping a message written crudely warned me not to open the box this I have noted and have […]

The Secrets of Pandora Is my translation correct I cannot answer your question As I do not speak French

Hi Joe I have sent you a poem Please hate it for me Cora and I are travelling again On Saturday evening We are going to Rome As she wants to visit The Spanish Steps And the Keats-Shelley House We will also visit the cemetery Where the poet now sleeps Do you remember our visit […]

There is a huge painting by Jerome It hangs in the Great Room And illustrates many biblical stories To get to my room I need to pass Jerome And the labyrinths of his eye Josie’s Poem

I eatch our summer skies I await your ret rn from infinity But know the imposssibility Of such a p rfect thoughy Georgie

I have not made your bed Since you left me ho rs ago I look at your creased sheets Tour perfumes haunt the room By the time you receive this love poem You will be as far away from me As it is possible to physically bee Georgie

There is nothing more pleasing Than seeing a US Fighter Plane Resting on a grass landing strip I have killed six enemy soldiers But some remain hidden They are as guilty as the others In a short while I will kill the guard And fly into the blue oblivion The only difference Is that I […]

I tend to haunt the rooftops of Paris Why Because I am reserved and shy And meet almost nobody Here on the rooftops of the city Are you a voyeur No whatever makes you say that Because I have seen you watching me I almost called the cops There was no intention on my part […]

Claudia Jeanne and Guy Had spent most of their time On the beach Their first full day Was drawing to a close They were sitting on a terrace Chatting joking and enjoying wine The day as it faded softened Candles and lanterns were drawn In the distance fireworks Lit up the sky Festivals were popular […]

Wait for me on my armchair By the cottage fire I have carved this on the butt Of my rifle Just to remind me that this war Is an imaginary war All wars are imaginary wars Spread the word