Spoken Word Poetry

I'm a poet God
Living in the garden of reading
Banishing cliches everyone else is repeating...

Into the fold watch as I close all of these doors
and I'll FADE.
Away Inside where there's no...

In 1946 George and Beryl Formby
fancied a bit of sun.

Now the fighting was over.
Now...

I write these words for you

When I look at what we've been through
I've cried.
I feel...

They followed a star in the night
As the wise men travelled it shone so bright
Around this...