Poetry
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The Importance of Small Things I’m tired of the grand gestures. The overblown bows in front of an invisible crowd The forgettable pomp and unnecessary circumstance The people-pleasing patinas on public faces. I’m tired of political windbags blowing a gale The Lèse-majesté torpor and the majestic mistakes The talking up themselves And the clown princes… Read more
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A friendship that is never tested Because there is no cross examination. Where the beginning Is also the end. Always, my friend. Read more
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..the grand pursuit of the heart of La Grande Bellaza in the cradle of civilisation like turning out of an alley and finding light in the piazza.. Read more
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Who is like God? Love was the father and love the mother. You arrived in December, anticipating another Christmas A reward in yourself rather than a present A pilgrimage more than a journey Because we cannot find love in ourselves Only with another And you were the purest love The world of love in… Read more
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The Language of Us Before you, I walked at the edge of the group A straggler in strangers My life didn’t fit, held together with an unsafety pin I was made not to measure A bird not of a feather And my hesitant shadow held back Expecting never to be expectant, half a step… Read more
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It was a year that didn’t stop for anyone but there will be another one along in a minute. Read more
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The End of Failing The Winter tide nibbles at a toe-dipped shoreline, Above, the lowering sky grumbles at the lack of light smudging a moleskin horizon. A couple embroider loose stitches along the waveline emerging like creation from the waters half-way between the depths and the heights, not quite fact or fiction holding hands,… Read more
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A poem on life and depth by Roy Stannard Read more
