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John Ireland and Betty
He was a quiet man Who locked himself away When composing She was a mad girl Prone to self-harm But they shared a love of music And that was all that really mattered
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Shooting Stars over Deal
I witnessed a spectacular display Of shooting stars As I leaned out of the window Of my coastal house A sea mist gradually obscured the display Leaving only the music of the night
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The Poetry Field
Dust Devils are a dancin Hot Summer Summer Air The Harvest has been collected My Field is rather bare
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The Poetry Field
Wild Geese are in the Sculpture Park I can hear their Harvest Songs
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Margate AAA
I tell you Margate appears in a number of books of poetry Thomas Gray once wrote a poem about a visit to Margate Tom and Katie were sitting on Margate beach It was a hot day and they were surrounded by people Yet to them the beach seemed empty What was the title of the […]
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Cinema (Black & White)
On the 17th of September 1973 the poet Stuart Miller Osborne was killed in a car crash in Ealing West London On the 24th of July 2016 the poet Stuart Miller Osborne enrolled on an Art History course at UCLA in Los Angeles Or so the poster for the movie stated As it looked out […]
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Hot Day
It is all about paths you know Paths to the beach Paths to the pool Paths through the meadows Paths to school Peter and Petra were walking towards the municipal pool On days such as this all things stop Petra watched as a busy insect scurried past them Except insects Insects are always busy Peter […]
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I may be Maisie but I luv you a lot
I never thought that I would see the demolition of the Theale vineyard One should not harm vineyards They are areas of beauty Beauty is everything You have scarred my landscape I will not forgive u A small vineyard in Theale in West Berkshire has recently been demolished Beauty no longer exists in Theale […]
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Saturday in Swindon
Orange car Large screen Surfing kids Music playing Being ignored Smoking Drinking Sitting Watching Life around Resting Coffee Blue sky Clouding Friends Family Loneliness Boredom Anger Frantic Phoning Farewells Orange car Bus home Caron (July 2016)
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The Poetry Field
The gold is in the process of being collected Untold riches await I have arrived in El Dorado
