Poetry
Siren
In the hush of the moor at midnight’s bloom, a phantom shouts in silver wind – the siren calls, an echo wrapped in mist, a tender, torn refrain that takes the heart, makes
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Vertigo A turn, a wobble, the world tilting in a silent polite swell—a teacup from the kitchen, spun by an unseen wind that whispers over the back of my neck. I clutch the rail of
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The Quiet Language of Decor In the quiet of a London flat, the wallpaper sighs with an old‑world grammy. Stretched across the walls, a linen‑sheen gala, reflected by lamp‑glory and chrome‑favour. A brass lamp—its matt‑black
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Full Metal Jacket In the shell of a rural barrack, I hear the clang of turn‑stiff iron, the boot‑soled shuffle echoing like a drumbeat, a fat, dull thud of death, where a young
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Ode to a Tower‑Burst Classic In the glossy glow of a Nakatomi Tower, a London‑spun sonnet but born in New York’s hour. John McClane, the porter of pints and rebellion, steps through
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