Best Correspondent Poems

At the start of the next war,
While the headlines scream "war, war, war",
Go fit a lens to your gun's barrel
And a reel of film in...

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Marquees are bright with neon lights, where crowds line up for movie night
Holding hands, we're in 'The Strand'. The velvet carpet guides us in

Popcorn smokes,...

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Thousands living in fear
For they knew Hitler was growing near
In Poland her career would soon to be
As she helped scared persecuted to flee

Gas chambers were...

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Faith is a cat, treading softly,
with delicacy, with hesitation,
unlike the dog-like dogma
(so aptly named) which seeks
to hold fast a believer in its
proud, fierce and steel-like...

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Unquotable quotes: Tale-Carriers, Gossip-Mongers, Courrier-Pigeon Caretakers, Smoke-Signal Puffers and Tom-Tom Thumpers – XXVI

Could there be such things as political shenanigans or inter-continental warfares, even catastrophes,...

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Lines more lunatic than the sun – 1
.
making my friendship with the water-pigeon does not mean 
that i’ve acknowledged all devotion of the land-lotuses to...

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Life is a combination of different strata and classes
with the upper classes feeding on the states of the lower
which is the usual, displayed in most...

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I travel in my imagination to talk to the sky about the sound from crying 
 Mum, the coastal area erosion my interest to take...

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(Reviewed by a snooty correspondent)

November dons her coats of warm terries,
tans, a few ochres, but surely not bright.
(Except for sneaky, red-coated berries,
peeking from bushes, agrin...

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On caparisoned, filleted camels do they 
Over the great, soft, tawny sands 
Ride;
Unfurled flags and tribal standards flown amidst them, 
In the very midst of...

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quintain

From my wheel chair facing their veranda
I could not distinguish the girl next door.
She looked somewhat like my niece, Miranda,
except for her hair halfway to...

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The Friend's Tale 

His groin was mutilated - did you know? 
Please, try these pastries. Do. I love them so! 
And how is London? It's...

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Once for whom the bell tolls did exist
the playwright and the war journalist.
  Oscar was Wilde it’s true
  but Hemingway sure knew
the importance...

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I took my mum to slimming world 
On every Tuesday night 
She’d get her finest glad rags on
And beam with sheer delight

Not much of an...

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on Friday
one pm 
reporter
for the 
standard-examiner
at s8
interview me 
puffy puffery  

it is the day before Saturday 

one post meridiem (1 p.m.) demolishment  
set...

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