Poetry
Politics
The Parliament Game In the blue‑lit chambers of Westminster where the old stone walls gossip in echoes, the MP’s words turn to fire‑bright wagers and quiet hushes, like candlelight, grow. The House of Commons, a
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On the Lattice of Minds In a dimmed server room where the copper hum whispers through the age‑old wires, the programme spins, a quiet ballet of zeros and ones. Each line of code, a
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In the quiet hush of dusk, a harbour sighs, Where gulls retreat and tides lay down their weary prize. A cottage, low and stone‑clad, sits upon the sand, Its windows warm with amber
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In the hush of midnight’s velvet veil, A coven gathers ’neath the silvered moon, Their cloaks a rustle like autumn’s pale, Voices weaving ancient tune. Hands entwined, they trace the sigil’s seam, Chanting
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The Assay In every assay, a question lies— Not just in test tube or in tray, But in the spark when effort tries To turn the grey into daylight. The chemist weighs with
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