by Peter Bruffell | Nov 27, 2007 | Poetry
Drifting up and far away Upon a soft caressing hand, Or is it I, in gentle sway, That lifts me from this land. I look below, I see myself Gazing out but not within There, gathered around my earthly wealth, Are my friends and all my kin! Adrift I flout, up high above,...
by A.B.Jones | Oct 22, 2007 | Poetry
As children we love to watch the clouds They drift majestically by Their power and force we watch in awe As seen through a youngsters eyes. As adults we don’t notice clouds Their presences no longer thrill We have no time to see god’s gift No time to just stand still....
by Jan Hedger | Oct 20, 2007 | Poetry
He died alone in a furnished room A crumpled duvet lay cold upon his form In the kitchen, an inherent reminder of a simple, Last unhurried meal, micro waved for one Grains of rice, defying removal remain their still Shelf upon shelf of escapism from reality James Bond...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Sep 17, 2007 | Poetry
I hear the sirens wailing The blue lights flashing fast Coming from the distance Down the Motorway at last A woman’s head I’d cradled Ejected from her car The carnage all around her Death near, yet not so far The life is draining from her Like wine, her blood is...
by Kevin M Welsh | Jun 28, 2007 | Poetry
Alcoholics are not addicted To drink…they are addicted To avoiding the Reality of problems. Drink is a way of getting them there.
