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Pallid of Organ A lifetime passes on Before my very eyes...Unconvincing hours turn to monthsEach season sprinkled with a spicing ...

  Night’s Here. Night's here ...the curtain’s drawn .. the stars mean nothing anymore to London Town.The city lights shine on the ...

New Babylon The troops in the field when finally visitedRealised at last that they were just conned lizardsNothing helped now....dying and ...

My Outside Waterloo. I had to walk from my ill hung back door thru an uneven yardThe vine upon the crumbling ...

My mother’s scarvesShe wore them wellCandy colours ..autumn leaves...Her scarves ..withered away Dresses ...cream ..golden ...or blueShoes polished to a shineHer ...

My Mother’s Funeral When my mother died One part of her was celebrated...The other part ...denied.. We gathered in a Church That ...

My Clanking Keys Stop your keys clanking as we walk she said.Stop that noise...it’s getting on my nerves.Inside my pocketI wrapped ...

Mary and Sally. Mary stepped from the bath ... reached for the toweland then caught the image of herself in the ...

Malachy O’Higgins Malachy O’Higgins had stamped his name upon the 1st page of a bookI bought the bookAnd traced him down ...

Long Ago London... The next dayI walkedWrapped in fake fur Boots to my kneesHair bottle blonde and wild Demoralised ... No comfort nowNo ...

Lingering... Lingering .. a starfish on the sandA sign that life is lostExistence grounded in decay....Hopes live on tidal shores .. ...

A Letter from D. Dear xI’m sitting alone...at home . If you could call this home.. It has rooms... Lots ...

Ingrid You were kind ...deep and silent Beneath the tight curls of your hair Which you did not like.Your face was ...

In Cumbria Long agoWe ate strawberries in CumbriaThe summer grasses blowing in our faces We lay in that meadowed field But I, ...

I Feel Chalk Hills Growing I feel chalk hills growing ...where my wings should be....Barren lands where skeletons of fallen bonesReplace ...

Hen Died. Hen sat very still with shallow breathShe sat all day beside the pile of winter woodCome dark I lifted ...

Happy Valentine. There was a time we liked to cook..we gathered food ...we grew it We prepared it and we ate ...

Poems - 2012