Towpath Poems - Poems about Towpath

...If the poems comes from my pen every day, May be it's a garden given by God. Don't be jealous! Nobody can enter this garden without allow, Who do not understand the value of words! Someone co......

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...An Ash tree tumbled down last winter, it is only a wooden effigy now, branched still, limbs askew, leftover as a lingering image of one hour of violence. It was a head-storm, it got into the......

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...I Ah what thrill’s life if guts we’ve to get lost! To lose way once in a while is no sour sauce— But way to live. Lose way haply pay cost, A stone that goes about gathers good moss. Let challe......

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...There’s an old canal close by where I live, and an empty lock made of stones massive, traipsing around there, the place can amaze just seeing how the whole of it was made. There’s no mortar here,......

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...To honor Harry memory a much loved and respected poet He could cast a spell with his clear verse identifying himself with any sonnet with first class reviews No shortage of i......

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..."Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . " Quote by_Constance La France As loneliness echoes till sunset, From restless dreams benea......

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...Hopped a rattler out of Akron. Rode the high end all the way. On the Erie-Lackawanna, Made North Jersey by next day. Between a bottle and a biscuit, And that’s all I’m gonna say. ‘Twas a rude......

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...November's winter sun is bleeding low where cold Thames makes a tidal run and also gentler pewter flow towards the city docks, the sea, towards the rising of the sun A single coot beside ......

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...theres a little story in these isolation times the instruction is you can go out once excersive, so i went up the canal church minshull by the marina, no one about so a great spot and beautiful views......

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...A collaboration with Mandy Tams I peer into your depth bypass my reflection See an image of another day out of time, Mingled with spirit calling for one’s affection Lurid; evidence still of ind......

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...My Landscape Painting Let me describe my painting, Of a pastel colour landscape, A Beautiful British Waterway, Forming our scene and shape. Walking by the water’s edge, Following the towpat......

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...With trembling fingers I’d opened the bloodstained envelope But I shouldn’t have been surprised at the state of the paper … you work as a butcher Your message was short - Meet me......

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...In this time , this town, you'd grow In this town, this time, you'll feel at home your poor plenty more than rich enough to crack the faultline, your cup half full, half overflowing. You stret......

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...I peer into your depth bypass my reflection See an image of another day out of time, Mingled with spirit calling for one’s affection Lurid evidence still of industrial grime. Yet this fe......

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...The sun-bleached exoskeletons of old dead trees stand like sentries along the towpath riverfront exfoliated and gangling. In a former age they stood tall, grandiose to all passerby’s b......

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