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Memories

Memories are always special.

Memories

Memories
Memories are always special.
Sometimes we laugh
by remembering
the...

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Thy will

Thy will

My life has sadly been a tired scarred one
Childhood, I saw hurt on my mum, so we ran,
A...

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What's In Your Purse?

What's In Your Purse?

How quaint, did he mean wallet - must be a peasant,
albeit smart, although time stood still, so...

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI POEM:...

Beauty in Rain

Cheek's Whisper
Softly the rain descends, a whispered plea,
To cleanse the cheeks of dust and...

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SONNET : BREAST'S...

Breast's Lullaby
Upon the breasts, the rain begins to fall,
A soothing rhythm, like a lullaby...

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POEMS ON LIFE GAME BY...

A Cosmic Dance

A cosmic dance, where souls entwined may meet,
A journey shared through shadows, deep and vast,...

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STOP OIL . . . . . . .

STOP OIL . . . . . . .

So now it's olympic rail disruption, I don't understand,
they don't realise, wasting time, just...

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Our World

📷 Fatemeh Mardani | Yamin

Our World

Sitting by the window
Watching the world cry

No joy left in it

Only pain...

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RELATIVITY . . . . . .

RELATIVITY . . . . . .

All things are relative, someone once said to his pet,
but now you can get nearly anything on the...

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Death In Paradise

Death In Paradise

A pity to spoil beauty but love holds many things they say,
someone didn't know what it meant to...

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It Gives Me Pleasure . . . . .

It Gives Me Pleasure . . . . .

To look at you and things of beauty like the 'David,'
Michaelangelo sculpted a piece where nothing...

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Summers's Over

Summers's Over

Not yet, in fact in my life it has been there forever,
in winter I make my own, Brits talk about the...

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Doomsday Clock

Doomsday Clock

The doomsday clock advances, nearing death.
These darkened days have led to ebbing hope.
The...

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Monroe Murder

Monroe Murder

Ed Bramby, a Brit journalist, had found some new evidence,
after all these years, justice would be...

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The Winged Messenger

The Winged Messenger

He used to fly to Olympia, where he wanted to be,
if I was to hold a torch - would you carry it for...

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Sometimes

Life is so difficult

Sometimes

Sometimes
I stay silent
because
no words can
explain what's
going on in...

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SURREAL

SURREAL

The light switches didn't work when I turned them on,
it was winter now and the summer had been long...