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thugsonboard
My name is Lolita But people call me Lola Which I prefer I broke my ankle Two weeks ago When I fell off my bicycle My partner Threw it into the river Her name is Vera But she prefers to be called Violet As I am confined at present I am playing computer games My […]
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coming soon
it has been very mild recently the early season flowers are blooming the migrating birds have returned this does not fool me as the air will soon cool grey white grey will then replace blue gold and green poem by lena
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Sunny Sands
Is a small beach in Folkestone Which although benign in the summer Can be quite wild during the cooler months Large waves break against the promenade Which has encouraged wild wave jumping This pastime can be dangerous Because of the hidden obstructions And accidents have occurred I found this out to my considerable cost When […]
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Eric Editor
I design and create graphic novels They are quite easy to write As they have a beginning a middle and an end The complexity of the characters is up to me I develop them as I think fit They can be complex or simplistic The important thing is the dialogue Which has to be considered […]
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Katherine Editor
Illustrates graphic novels She is much sought after And is never short of work But her pencil pot annoys her As all her pencils face the same way Their colours vary as one would expect But they are uniform in their thoughts
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Empty Japan
Blind girl On a snowy platform Appreciates blue
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The Futility of War
Gwae fi fy myw mewn oes mor ddreng,A Duw ar drai ar orwel pell;O’i ôl mae dyn, yn deyrn a gwreng,Yn codi ei awdurdod hell. Pan deimlodd fyned ymaith DduwCyfododd gledd i ladd ei frawd;Mae sŵn yr ymladd ar ein clyw,A’i gysgod ar fythynnod tlawd. Mae’r hen delynau genid gynt,Ynghrog ar gangau’r helyg draw,A gwaedd […]
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Dosmare Pool
Do you remember when you posed for me Near the Dosmare Pool I was almost shy in asking you As we were only friends But I saw the photograph As we walked on that mild Cornish day You used the white picnic cloth To give my work a classical feel As you know the photograph […]
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Sonnets
I often read sonnets at railway stations Which is a very pleasant pastime Especially when the trains Are cancelled or delayed
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The Eighteen Ten
It had been snowing hard for over six hours Alice was comfortable in a warm waiting room But none of the trains were stopping at the station Until her train suddenly appeared out of the white But it did not stop only reducing its speed The train then just vanished into a sea of snow […]