She loved the night’s gentle breez… As it touched her moonlit face Behind her, her arms he squeezed Eyes skyward, thoughts lost in sp… She leant back feeling at ease
Dystopic my culture myopic the lea… trading in my belief system drop-kicking my freedoms my head is ringing Taking my stake in the land
Fighters of the days of now and yo… who laid down their lives for ever… are gone from us ne’er to come aga… They fought like hell until the ve… until the white wings of death too…
(Verse 1) Elodie, my precious child so fair, Your beauty shines beyond compare. Your laughter fills my heart with… And your love paints my world so c…
When sheaedes do vall into ev’ry h… An’ reach vrom trees half athirt t… An’ banks an’ walls be a-looken yo… That be a-turn’d to the zun gwain… Drough hay in cock, O,
Nearly five months on and quite evidently still distinctively in solid silence, bless her patriotic heart, and actually counting; the dutiful mother, simply ever loving wife and patriot...
By Stanley Collymore Why should a highly educated and a discernibly mentally clearly unquestionably and a distinctively, thoroughly li…
His aunt an’ uncle,—ah! the kind Wold souls be often in my mind: A better couple never stood In shoes, an’ vew be voun’ so good… _She_ cheer’d the work-vo’k in the…
Wild powerful thunderstorm This afternoon ripped through town Dragging cold torrential rain Knockout winds took oak trees down Lightning flashes thunder claps
In backyards, they sit and wait, Forgotten relics of a bygone day, Once-shiny coats now worn with age… Like memories that turn on a dusty… Paint has faded, chipped and worn,
Looking at the stars at night Thinking about why the’re so brigh… Looking back at my life Don’t know when it stopped to thri… Always thinking, always dreaming
When we in mornen had a-drow’d The grass or russlen hay abrode, The lit’some maidens an’ the chaps… Wi’ bits o’ nunchens in their laps… Did all zit down upon the knaps
In eyes of azure, tears do gleam, Like silver pearls, a mournful str… From depths profound, they gently… A symphony of sorrow, echoing thro… Each drop, a testament to pain,
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
In the realm of thoughts, where ta… Decisions are made, as the day is… A memory of what was, a vision of… In the mind’s grand hall, we often… But what if we let the old door cl…
In the depths of solitude, a rare… Most merely exist, but I, I truly… In the minds of the thoughtful, jo… A truth often overlooked, yet it s… Life, it marches on, a lesson I’v…
Everyday I’d wake up and face lif… Sometimes I do be losing my drive Everyday we see each other and l’l… And how I wish we were together, My heart would be light as a feat…
We’ve known each other since we’re… Baby, I didn’t know you were so k… I always kept my distance cos I w… Although all I wanted to show is… When I first saw you, from across…
—The Silver Passenger Train— One long picture window of small heads passing parked cars racing by red warning lights and
I’m 16 years behind you I see your quickening decline —soon to be mine— Through the years I’ve denied this truth, that
Arrives. Not from afar. From
That’s slowish work, Bob. What’st… Thy pooken don’t goo on not over s… Why I’ve a-pook’d my weaele, lo’k… An’ here I be ageaen a-turnen bac… I’ll work wi’ thee then, Sammy, a…
By Stanley Collymore White Britons, or more pertinentl… so the distinctly scum offspring and generally, descendants of Europe’s several pogroms and obvio…
By Stanley Collymore Absolutely beautiful as always! I’m so delighted that Meghan and Harry are jointly getting the reception and treatment, which…
By Stanley Collymore Basically this so-called concept of etiquette is nothing more than silly and purportedly posh people from their effectively…
’Tis merry ov a zummer’s day, When vo’k be out a-haulen hay, Where boughs, a-spread upon the gr… Do meaeke the staddle big an’ roun… An’ grass do stand in pook, or lie
Photographs Photographs are magical. Fleeting, Moments are, Fade, Memories do, Flow, Sands of Time will,
In your grasp, I am the pomegrana… My skin begging, soaking beneath y… Devour me, let your lips taste the… Let my essence flood your senses, As I quiver in the ecstasy of bei…
how lovely your face is Mother, you are the embodiment of… Blessed is this life of mine The shadow of your lap. suffers thousands of sorrows herse…
A world black and white Grays of every depth and shade Our God could have made Instead He painted rainbows To brighten our tomorrows