Poetry
Hoist
The Hoist’s Quiet Dialogue By the edge of the Thames, at dusk’s pale‑golden bend, the iron belly of colligated steel rolls awake, sling‑odd iron‑links humming a low‑key chord. These quiet towers, in a half‑dark
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Guardians of the Galaxy – a Distant Chord In the cold vastness where stars are born, They sail a rag‑tag ship, its hull a coloured scar. Our Peter Quill, a martian‑born charm, Broadcasts old
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Roman Holiday In the hush of a Tuscan dawn, the city wakes from ancient slumbers, street‑lamps flicker on the cobbles like amber stars. The Tiber rolls, silver‑lined, an old cousin’s lullaby serenading the papal palaces. The
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Mogul In a glass tower that all London’s gaze follows, A man sits at the apex, where the skyline grows; His hand quivers not with dread but with promise, The ink on his cheque
Read more →Dog Day Afternoon
Dog Day Afternoon The sun hung low over the Thames, a muted gold that could blaze In the lane where the shutters still fall asleep. It was the kind of day that makes
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