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Philippa Drake Poem
On meow buses
no cat fusses.
Sweet little kitties
meow rodent ditties;
deck out bunting
time for hunting.
With pounding paws
furries prime claws.
Amid glad rasping
there is no fasting.
Copyright © Philippa Drake | Year Posted 2025
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Philippa Drake Poem
I wend my way
to Tamarisk Bay.
White sands glow
beyond the foe.
Amid pink trees
and whispered breeze
I hear the lilt
of haunting guilt
as pipes intone
a strangled moan
for sacred things
ripped from kings
while throngs gazed
at beauty razed
and cowered mute
when fear did suit.
Copyright © Philippa Drake | Year Posted 2026
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Philippa Drake Poem
In the winding mansion
long bereft of dancers
and high born lovers
a wild moan echoes
through chambers of gilt
where Lady Elise dwelt
marooned in blood sorrow
for her precious lord
mangled upon marbled floors
when guards turned foe
and warred with saints.
Copyright © Philippa Drake | Year Posted 2026
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Philippa Drake Poem
Kings drained the goblet
silver and pearlescent.
A sweet odour drifted
coiling heavenward
to feathered cloud spires
where ancient muses chanted
in tongues of mystery
and offered blessed words
inscribed on filigree parchment
engraved with magic images
worthy of few mortals.
Copyright © Philippa Drake | Year Posted 2026
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Philippa Drake Poem
He dims the light
for a mystic boe
to enter in glory
gently panting
and pawing
the crystalised earth.
Slowly he kneels
with the majestic beast
before a smiling babe.
Copyright © Philippa Drake | Year Posted 2025
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In Catsville,
delighfully fragrant,
a musky moggy croons.
Reverb resounds
as lyrics drift
"Sugar and spice
"and all things mice!"
The Siamese star harmonises
with vociferous vocals
"Gimme Gimme Gimme
a cat stick at midnight".
amid the tender purring
of a somnolent feline.
Copyright © Philippa Drake | Year Posted 2025
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In a coiling maze
mortars fume.
Crimson cadavers
dye the verdant soil.
Poison spears plunge
craters into young flesh.
Scattered moans rise
into the sorrowing air
of deafened canons
and carbon.
No succour or welcome
for the maimed.
Only ghosts
of peace.
Copyright © Philippa Drake | Year Posted 2025
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Angel dust glides
past the fairy wood
high above ancient boughs
and descends to anoint
my mangled mind
shot through with the lead
of seething maelstrom
born in the tombs
hewn to cordon frozen angst
bellowing for battle
with steel majesties
cocooned in satin alcoves.
Copyright © Philippa Drake | Year Posted 2025
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Philippa Drake Poem
Wilful wounding
by shrouded diktat
caging vision
in scarlet pangs.
Numb to lamentation
silver and gold chink.
Amid the rustle
of lamé gowns
silence is nailed
secure.
Copyright © Philippa Drake | Year Posted 2025
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Philippa Drake Poem
Urban skeletons
murmur a final adieu
encased in tomb light
of forgotten aisles
reverberating chimeless
and frozen
in crooked rigor.
Halls thunder
to the taunt
of desecration
as muralled history
detonates.
Copyright © Philippa Drake | Year Posted 2025
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