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A dysfunctional child covered in mud
If her mamma didn't clean her do you think a stranger would?
dirty looks and filthy nails
gossips, rumours and funny tales
labels that stick and wont wash off
she is a tree with a damaged root
she grows no flowers
she grows no fruit
Broken trees can’t grow wings
This little girl resorted to other things
2004
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Milk
Swim
Struggle
Sink
Splash
Bubble
Thick
Solid
Stuck
Stress
Struggle
Hard luck
Heat
Cry
Felt
Struggle
Butter
Melt
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My scribbles scrammbled on a tatty bit of paper
I vomit ideas
Before they vapour
They appear inedible mountains of mess
I churn and turn the illegible scribbles to words that truly bless
I am a dyslexic writer - Published Poem in Forgotten Letters
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In Batticaloa, I lay asleep wide awake
In fear,
the sea sings
Alarmed by every movement, rustle shake.
On the bed, under my pillow
On the edge, edge of the aggressor
The violent waves
A paradise by day
But at night captivating me, capsizing me to the screams of the grave
I lay asleep wide awake
Echoes of the children’s screams
Been swallowed whole by the wave
Praying at with all my might, who will God save?
I lay asleep wide awake, in fear of the tsunami
Wondering my fate
Nature has an army no man can ever make
I lay asleep in Batticaloa wide awake
written after my trip to Sri Lanka
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She has never stumbled on her words did you say?
never got a word wrong and I right?
She says shes never stumbled to this night
She says she avoids those stumbly words everyday ?
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Grief
a state with no expiration
it will come, stay until it goes
how long, we don't know
Grief has no sell by date
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looking out the window from floor five
I see that boy
giving it large, playing his field, having a laugh
full of youth and joy
but when the whistle blows I see him turn
back into his shell
a different world
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I choke in my dreams
I’m struggling so it seams
A conflict with me and the inner me
Unblock this plague and let my words free
2000
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Like skittles
knocked down to get up again
hit and miss
Supply teacher games
2004
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I often climb the cathedral spire
like a pilgrimage
I can see the whole of Coventry
In each corner I see a reflection of you and me
“Send them to Coventry”! I often hear them say
Please send them, send them right away!
We tend to tar a place with the same brush
Painting our perceptions
colouring in your grass greener blush
I love my city
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