Your father who art in heaven told… that only a few of YOU .....are g… Your father who art in heaven told… that there 'aint much time......if… Your father who art in heaven told…
Drip, drip, drip says the stand-pi… in the shanty town as the young mothers gather round plastic containers on the ground listening to the drip, drip, drip
Like a hoof-pick digging deep into the V shaped groove of the horses hoof the poets pen must be gripped forcibly yet tenderly
Bipolar Affective Disorder Conversations with monarchs should consist mainly of informati… flattery or respectful silence witticisms are allowed only
I met a man who could recite all t… of the “Romance of the Rose” but… I met a man who could recite PI to one thousand decimal points but could not find a rhyme
The minister for murder stated tod… that the ministers feet were going… he’d done his best to keep his mou… but split foot karma had now taken… The sheep and the cows and the thi…
Trimming the wick of the giant can… the last lighthouse keeper rides t… climbing out onto the ledge he exh… as the cruel green sea beckons lik… one step away from eternity he hes…
I am a young man stealing time and sunlight from the gods I am an old man refusing to pray or pay for more life I am a caged animal trying
It isn’t in the way the moonlight… nor is it in the way your hair mov… it is not to be found if you set o… nor is it in your past waiting for some archaeologist of the mind
“A hawthorn tree stands alone in a… the furrows embrace her in her iso… She sees the world in 360 degrees.… above.......... below
My name is john I am the son of a slave My father was taken into slavery At the age of fourteen Where he was forced to work in a q…
She walked down the street carrying her misgivings in a croch… in silk culottes she strode with the determination of the delu… her heels tapping out morse messag…
Summer is duller sitting by the se… The sky’s much greyer than it used… The buses don’t run like they used… The meat looks redder than it shou… And I can’t get stoned like I wan…
Leshy Once upon a time and tide When many trees grew tall and wide And everybody lived outside When we were newly springtime born
The garden’s overgrown now The poppies gone to seed The flowerbeds run over And all is choked by weeds No-ones done the pruning
