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A Story Where Quite a lot Happens
In the few paragraphs that follow you will see that little happens – or maybe a lot occurs – just in a short space of time! Give it a read – it will take you all of 62 seconds. Try … Continue reading
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I Click I Click I Click in Coventry
Here’s a poem about my hometown- Coventry, England, in case you need to ask! A beautiful city in so many ways but let down by the Government – Oh yes it did!! Give this poem a Click, an I Click if … Continue reading
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Letting Go – a sonnet
This sonnet, ‘Letting Go’, was written about an incident which happened in Coventry in the late 1980s. The story behind the events was never told to me but a similar incident happened in London some years later and in this … Continue reading
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Twichycock and the Christmas Ham – Part One
I know this is not Christmas but I’d like to share this heart warming story of Pixies and Dwarves and Goblins and a talking car- “Twichycock and The Christmas Ham”. It’s a Christmas Fairy Story for Adults really and as … Continue reading
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Cycle – a Haiku
Here’s a pretty little Haiku – ‘Cycle’ – haiku’s are short, as we all know, so it won’t take you long to read! Hope you enjoy it and feel free to leave feedback. Share it too if it please you. … Continue reading
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A Clock in my Grandmother’s House
This original poem was inspired by a hand crafted clock I can remember from when I was growing up. The clock is said to have stopped working the day my grandfather died. I’m sure many families have similar stories to … Continue reading
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Horsey
This poem is of a view glimpsed during a childhood holiday in Ireland – horsey – is how the man remembers the scene.
Words in rhythm 