

CoughThey come to me and lean on the counter, With rusty voices and cracked tearing eyes, "Twenny lambuh en butluh": no banter. Always followed by a cough, a choke, a wheeze. They always whisper and you must ask twice. Is that because they're ashamed of it? Or because their throats are eaten by vice? I ask neither of these: "Twenny is it?" But they do not waste their time with me, A fiver and twenty six change; their gone. Finishing half their pack by evening tea, To quell a craving and get it done. Every cigarette is coing damage. They all know, it's on the packet, theyCough


17.5In seventeen point five years he'll be me. Right now he's happy hitting shadows.17.5
When I think of my mere fifth century, He seems to have a lot ahead of him.
Eighteen years is nothing, a pure trifle. I might still have another four times that.
But the change that can occur in such space Is highlighted by my nephew's growth pace.


Funeral FlowersAll alone on Christmas eve, Snowflakes glisten on the leaves. You wrote that final letter, In the dying of the light, On your final night.Funeral Flowers
The news arrived yesterday. I read your final words From your final night. Alone. Came as soon as I could.
Red roses were your favourite flower, I'll deliver them tomorrow. Wish'd I was there for you To take away the pain. You're not alone now, A bed of roses you lay.
I came to the funeral procession, Your flowers in my hand. You lay in your bed of flowers, Cold and drain l


A DreamI was sitting in an orchard, shaded by a hazel tree When Boann, full grace, walked by me. I dropped my pencil and my book And rushed behind her for a closer look. She glided full curiosity Toward the Well Trinity.A Dream
Surrounded we were by nine hazel trees, Bearing forth their crimson nut. Reaching for the hazel nugget "I hunger for knowledge of poetry" were her pleas, "How I long to taste that fruitful knowledge And break free from this wretched bondage."
As I peer over the well, The blossoming fruit broke forth Falling down to where the Divine Salm
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"Life is a comedy for those who think, and a tragedy for those who feel" - Horace
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"Life is a comedy for those who think, and a tragedy for those who feel" - Horace
But if you won't do it then you're placing it on unsafe hands: me. lol
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"Life is a comedy for those who think, and a tragedy for those who feel" - Horace
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