Imagination England Poems

I pressed my hands against my face 

 and rock my body to and fro  

and let the rhythm flow  

where my imagination...

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Waking up in my room,
My sanctuary,
My piece of mind,
Yet all I see is red.
The dream, the scarf, the woman,
The mystery of each. 
She calls to...

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The buzzing bee, moves swiftly around the shaking trees, absorbing the tainted honey. Suspense is flowing in the air with a message that is loud...

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What a fella what a lovely fella happened their way
What a generous fella to kindly offer all these gifts and his services for free
He was...

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The dirty sun crawls up
Behind the clouds
Lighting slightly
The dark side days
Of a dirty,dull,damned nation.
50 now
Atomic hair falling out
One tooth left
The sweet one
Hardly any money
Hardly any...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Deep in the forests of Galloway and Kielder, there is a hush.
Secrets hidden in the form of moss-covered steps………shush!
The silent ruins are not well known...

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As I walk along the wooden boards
Flanked by firm railings, 
I wonder how they used to cross
From mainland to castle,
Back when the bridge was
Stone and...

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Christopher Grayling

Little lost boy at the foot of the bed
Poop on his little hands, little bald head
Sssh. He's moving his lips
Christopher Grayling's imagining ships

© Gail...

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The Beheading of Thomas

Let the clowns play on heathens dirt floors
With the rabble and unwashed masses

The Squires shall reside above
With men at arms and knights...

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Unquotable quotes: Writers – XXXVIII

     for Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra and Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoieski  
     who...

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Chairs lined with stripes, 
green and white,
became ski jump ramps
for feelings, innocent and pure,
taking off from the edge
hoping to defy the gravity of fears. 

Only...

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The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road

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The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road

I was born Carl Robert Halling at...

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I prefer to receive my own
Purchased by the clinking of keys and a 
Blister forming on the thumb.
I prefer to find my own
Among the twisted...

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Inspired by a Art gallery and a poem by Shelly.


A room full of  mottled multicolored butterflies
captured within a creative space
of artful design
to inspire and...

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