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Charlotte Peters Rock - Poetry: Lapis lazuli
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Charlotte Peters Rock - Poetry. Tuesday, 20 November 2007. Spread as far as Cleopatra. Blue to contrast with her scarab stones. Guarding the ancient throne of Egypt. Along the Silk Road. Alexander's elephants hauled its precious weight. Blue as the skies it touched. In steady daylight moving West. Gleaming blue it glows along the ceiling. Of the Sistine Chapel and. Across the world where paintings. By Michelangelo and da Vinci. Are prized for beauty and inventiveness. Six thousand years of labour.
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Child Poems and Poems of Childhood: Chicken Feather
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Child Poems and Poems of Childhood. Wednesday, 14 November 2007. If a chicken's feather coat. Keeps a chicken cool in summer. Keeps a chicken dry in rain. Keeps a chicken warm in winter. Keeps a chicken looking pretty pretty. Where did a chicken learn. To grow such an amazing coat? A Careful Harvesting of Words. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). In another lifetime, aged 11. Statia and The Standing Stones. Newspapers and Sunday School. Granny Scot and The Robber. Granny and Scot at the Seaside.
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Charlotte Peters Rock - Poetry: Where's the party?
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Charlotte Peters Rock - Poetry. Tuesday, 20 November 2007. A Careful Harvesting of Words. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A degree of thought. There is no money. A tail to wag. Destroying History in Tillya Tepe. The End of Atlantis. Apprentice to The Telling. Bronze Mirror of the Ice Maiden. The Warrior of Siberia. Chinchorro at the shore. An eye on the void. Bluer than the moon. A Careful Harvesting of Words. View my complete profile.
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Child Poems and Poems of Childhood: In another lifetime, aged 11
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Child Poems and Poems of Childhood. Tuesday, 20 November 2007. In another lifetime, aged 11. In another lifetime, aged 11. So keen on pleasing all. Is not the one I came to be. That she must please herself. Then let the others come to see. When happy and content. Her ways pleased them in empathy. Such pleasure would be spread. To need no soft apology. A Careful Harvesting of Words. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). In another lifetime, aged 11. Statia and The Standing Stones. Granny Scot and The Robber.
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Child Poems and Poems of Childhood: Statia and The Standing Stones
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Child Poems and Poems of Childhood. Wednesday, 14 November 2007. Statia and The Standing Stones. When I was little. The big girl - and her friends - took me out. I sat in the pushchair and she pushed. Her name was Statia. And she was very nice to me. We went a long way. Near the Convent where she went to school. There were Standing Stones. They were very old. Some of them were flat like tables. The rest were very tall and straight. Just like people standing very still. We had a picnic near the Stones.
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Child Poems and Poems of Childhood: November 2007
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Child Poems and Poems of Childhood. Tuesday, 20 November 2007. In another lifetime, aged 11. In another lifetime, aged 11. So keen on pleasing all. Is not the one I came to be. That she must please herself. Then let the others come to see. When happy and content. Her ways pleased them in empathy. Such pleasure would be spread. To need no soft apology. A Careful Harvesting of Words. Wednesday, 14 November 2007. Statia and The Standing Stones. When I was little. The big girl - and her friends - took me out.
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TracksnTrains: October 2010
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Saturday, 30 October 2010. Ghost Train - Stockport-Chester-Stockport. On 27 October 2010, The Ghost Train ran from Stockport to Chester and back. Ghost stories were told all the way, by Jan (of Ghost Tours) with ghost poem stories and story songs by me. There was wonderful face painting - by. For the children and goodie bags - and all for the standard rail fare. In Chester, a short Ghost Tour. By Jan and Tom, walked us round the city of shadows and ghosts. The event was organised with Northern Rail.
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When this delightful dawning ends: Laurie Stuart Burton
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When this delightful dawning ends. These pages are about loss. They are also about friends - whom I will miss. The page called 'The Poppy' is about Remembrance. Here was a man we’ll never know. Here was a man – and clever. Kept his life about him so. No one knew him ever. Here was a man who’d not let go. He found a need and hunted high and low. Here was a man who’d not let go. He saw the wrong – the status quo. He found a way – did nothing for the show. He made them change the status quo. It was attended...
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Protest: Fluffy Bunny for Mummy
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Sunday, 15 August 2010. Fluffy Bunny for Mummy. I must have a baby. My teddy is getting quite worn. My hubby's quite huffy. There's women who carry. Where agency babies are born. With sperm from my huffy. I don=t think she's eating. In ways that will help my unborn. I feel she's too fluffy. And I'm feeling huffy. She's murdered my baby. And I'm feeling lost and forlorn. She got pretty huffy. I'll buy a new fluffy. A Careful Harvesting of Words. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Civil Worm - after August.
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When this delightful dawning ends: Tony Bantock
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When this delightful dawning ends. These pages are about loss. They are also about friends - whom I will miss. The page called 'The Poppy' is about Remembrance. Late up the stairs and after the night was buzzing. In came Tony – looking as if from the wild. Bearing a smile to melt every heart that saw it. Fishing inside his coat for the change to come in. There – by the bar – he stood with his friends – contented. Lifting the room with warm open brilliant smiles. Fishing a folded wad of his crumpled paper.
