Drunk dreams

Together, running, we jump the queue behind A small blonde girl. A black cap turned backwards. White adidas trainers. Smoke? He takes it from her without hesitation A deep puff, puncturing a small light in the air Like a torch it won’t go out. Mate, this is herbs. He shoves the whole thing, still lit, […]

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A mundane howl

Note: This poem is an experiment, I completely understand that this will not be to everyone’s taste, however i enjoyed creating it. Moreover I encourage anyone who has read this to comment how they feel about it. Thank you. The third section of this poem is a reshaping of Shakespeare’s sonnet 18. 1 Cold pearls from Tiffany’s appeared No one […]

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A romantic vision

Where once Tess made her way to ancient stone And stood as none have ever since Her journey void of car or factory, Of Tower block or supermarket; Where once keats lay upon his summer lawn And listened to the bumble of the bees Around his head and on his parchment Urging lofted verse; Where rows […]

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Tackling the Roman roads

At the edge of the crossing A herd of them stamp past Like raging bulls: stiletto-heeled Wasp-like vespa’s; businessmen In velvet suits, rushing by on Scooters; students passing red On rusty bikes – the rest are caught Stopped still by changing lights. Like a red-eyed deer dazed at night, Vulnerable I cross – a jut […]

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Where the real power lies

Slaves to its snake-like trunk; The spineless branches waver and Rustle, collapsing beneath loaden fruit. Greedy open-eyed, open-mouthed Desperate hunger, ravenous Anxiously clawing and snatching And mauling and scratching at A bulbous blossoming heap For dirty, soiled earth-ridden fruit. As when a paddling of newborns Scrap for a burden of bread – the Fattest obtains the […]

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Beauty

As when a puppy, Tail-wagging, Sprints and jumps The garden step To raucous and drunk, Gasping surprise, applause and laughter – Such is the portrait when, Shy and beaming She enters through a Perfumed veil –  a rich Brown skin kissed With summer lips; Blossom swells Amongst her flattened Hair lying amongst The bumble bees and The dandelions, […]

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