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Original Poems
Original Poems (57)
I hate the seaNot for its salt or violenceBut for its quiet desperationIt's terrible monotony. Dad…
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After this long dark summer,I feel the lightness of autumn approach.The sun is slippingAnd the…
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After our games had endedIn squabbles and in kicks,Our mouths raw and garishFrom too many boiled…
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She's taking back her lifeAnd only now it's starting to hurt Every smile has to be…
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Who recognises this border? A torn strip of shirtHanging on razor wireIn the spotlight of a…
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If wordsCould keepYou warm If thoughtsCould takeForm If lettersCould be hands FiguresTurn to flesh This…
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A window openOnto the blueWide as an oceanFar as a moon Through the windowInto the skyIn…
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You won't find my soulIn my briefcase.I checked it earlierThe lock was faulty andSomeone must have…
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HitBy the big saline waveOf night CaughtIn the electric fizzOf its foam Then washedDeep into…
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Driving along under an open skyIn our own sweet special wayThe air is freeThe world…
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She's sitting on her cloudReading a book Wish I had written that bookWish I WAS that…
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In the Met MuseumAphroditeHalf naked. In a club downtownYour underwearIn my pocket Peter Jukes 2006
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Another year. I see the blossomScuffed under my bootsCrushed to slush on the pavement.My phone…
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He was a kind of angel,Building his perch in the rockface,A DIY nest of packaging…
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I’m out of luck againAnd out of inspiration,And Lenin is on the trainTo the Finland…
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Your voice comes from the cloudsLike rain falling on grassBy the edge of a forestWhen…
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Jean Jukes 1926-2004 Wisdom has been called Learning how to die But death is…
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They tramped across the fields behind the churchOn a damp day - the wind blowing north-eastPlayed…
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