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      April 30th. last day of National Poetry Month, so I thought I might finish it off with a bang. As usual one of my own, but a couple...

       Today and then tomorrow, then it is the end of National Poetry Month. What will you do with all that extra spare time!!!! Fashi...

   Just a couple of days left in this National Poetry Month. A Scarred Heart. I tossed a heart at life saw it dance in the morni...

      Four more days left of National Poetry Month, four more poems, so here is today's. An Unjudging Eye. All that happens un...

What legacy will we leave our grandchildren? GRAND PLANS. In this world where we serve oblivion with a blind pride and s...

       As the national poetry month draws to a close, time for more personal thoughts. The Lonely Wynd. At the bed, death's wa...

Food for thought-----   What If The Angels Don't Come. Large appealing eyes framed in a heart shaped head precariously perched...

There is no need to stand alone---- Let's Roar. The problem's too big the perpetrators unknown you can't beat the s...

As life glides on, what do we really value? Buried Treasure. Rich,     man I'm rich. this life, this treasure chest of mine,...

Sometime we need to stop, clean our glasses and see where we really are. WHERE ARE YOU? Where are you youth? I remember you wel...

Never a believer in "what must be must be".   WALK WITH THE POETS. My head has had enough of you, you ...

A poem a day for a month, it's a nice thought. Youthful Traveller. Now, firm in winter's bosom clasped gazing back al...

     Poetry, that place between conversation and song, a world of magic, mysticism, reality, hope and fears, loves, hates and desires, a ...

     As April, National Poetry Month glides along, I again through my tuppence worth in. Remember Iraq? Mammon, God of the New Wo...

Another day, another poem. A Vicious Faith. Pecuniary priests, the canons of faith dictate; from pulpits of financial cathedrals p...

    Continuing with my belated start to National Poetry Month, something short. Belonging. A gentle kiss that bears a promise c...

     Dearie me, here we are on the 9th of April and I had forgotten it was National Poetry Month. So I'll just throw this one in to g...