Poetry

Inside Out

Inside Out In the attic of my mind, where thoughts do curl and curl, A film‑ish stage unfurls – a circus of my inner world. Joy, the brightest candle, flickrs in a cricket‑white

Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri

Three Billboards, Three Lamentations In the quiet gutter of Ebbing, Missouri, a trio of billboards bulge against the plain, bold as a brass kettle on the streets of Birmingham. Moira, fiercely determined, has

Ben-Hur

In the Atlantic glow of Rome’s summer dusk, Where the colonnades gleam with silver light, Ben‑Hur stands—his face both bold and hushed, A boy once wed to fate, now a man of might. He

Truck

On the wind‑laden moors of a quiet English lane, a lorry grows old in amber light, its metal shell a cloudless plane. The driver, a quiet soul of the long‑haul

Trainspotting

On Platform Riddles In the soft hush between the sleepers’ sigh, A weight‑bearing metal arc from London's heart, Sculptures of steel whet the quiet city’s eye; They clatter in the morning’s amber light, A promise

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