Poetry
Newly
Newly The seed splits open, barely seen, A thread of green where grey had been. Not loudly, not with fanfare's call, But softly, simply—newly, all. The dewdrop clings to spider's thread, A diamond where nothing was
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Brackley Town In gentle Northamptonshire’s rolling fold, Where cobbled lanes and market stalls unfold, Brackley Town awakes to morning light, A quiet charm that guards the day and night. The old stone church,
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In the blustery British winter, when the wind bites keen, A sturdy parka hangs beside the door, its hood a silent screen. Cotton‑lined, with a fur‑trimmed collar, it wards off the drizzle’s
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Luton Town, where fields of green lay neat, A hatters’ pride on Bedfordshire’s beat, From Kenilworth Road’s historic roar, To dreams that soar beyond the shore. The scarlet shirts, a blaze of
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Satin slips like whispered sighs, A smooth, moon‑lit river flowing through the night, Its glossy surface catching light— A soft, cool caress that clings, then flies. In drawing rooms of velvet hush, Where
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