Poems

5 December, 2015

Snow Walk

I walk along the street so quiet,
With passers by, trudging on,
Through the slush, so wet and cold,
I make my way, and then upon...

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Star - Trek

Well, let’s leave this place upon the earth,
It’s about time we started another birth,
We will go tripping across outer space,
Even though I don’t like the open space,...

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Storm Before The Calm

Well who is this bloke,
Who sits here with his coke,
Perhaps he is sane,
And lives in the rain...

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The Call Of Love

Today I rode a star from light to darkness
At the speed of death,
I was in full flight for the ending of my life.
Despair crept into my bones as I layed on the...

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Walking

Walking through a crowded street,
See a girl I’d love to meet,
Walk up to her and touch her hand...

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Whalers

Travelling to the sea,
Whales there to see,
Trying to find out
If they are now free,...

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Epiglotti

Epiglotti are not raisins but fingers insert them.
Climbing horizontally through mazes we come to
Monstrous entities of pith-like minds.
Vineyards never green hypnotise or destroy each...

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Race

What’s the point in bringing the doctor in here,
What’s the point in showing that tear,
You smile when it’s funny, the theme is your charm
You look very settled and calm....

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Snow Walk

Categories The Arts

I walk along the street so quiet,
With passers by, trudging on,
Through the slush, so wet and cold,
I make my way, and then upon

Continue reading

Star - Trek

Categories The Arts

Well, let’s leave this place upon the earth,
It’s about time we started another birth,
We will go tripping across outer space,
Even though I don’t like the open space,

Continue reading

Storm Before The Calm

Categories The Arts

Well who is this bloke,
Who sits here with his coke,
Perhaps he is sane,
And lives in the rain

Continue reading

The Call Of Love

Categories The Arts

Today I rode a star from light to darkness
At the speed of death,
I was in full flight for the ending of my life.
Despair crept into my bones as I layed on the

Continue reading

Walking

Categories The Arts

Walking through a crowded street,
See a girl I’d love to meet,
Walk up to her and touch her hand

Continue reading

Whalers

Categories The Arts

Travelling to the sea,
Whales there to see,
Trying to find out
If they are now free,

Continue reading

Epiglotti

Categories The Arts

Epiglotti are not raisins but fingers insert them.
Climbing horizontally through mazes we come to
Monstrous entities of pith-like minds.
Vineyards never green hypnotise or destroy each

Continue reading

Race

Submitted by Ian  poetry 1 May, 1974

Categories The Arts

What’s the point in bringing the doctor in here,
What’s the point in showing that tear,
You smile when it’s funny, the theme is your charm
You look very settled and calm.

Continue reading