OUR SON (Barry Tebb Poems)
Quarter to three: I wake again at the hour of his birth Thirty years ago and now he paces corridors ...
Quarter to three: I wake again at the hour of his birth Thirty years ago and now he paces corridors ...
Why our son, why? Every morning the same dark chorus wakes me And I wonder how I am still alive. ...
for Daniel Weissbort Some poems meant only for my eyes About a grief I can't let go But I want ...
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
Shell-shocked from Korea A grenade that left him The platoon's only survivor, Put him in Stanley Royd For thirty years. ...
Just a family get-together in a terrace house in Bradford High tea with a few stuffy aunts I hadn't seen ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
It was Karl Shapiro who wrote in his 'Defence of Ignorance' how many poets Go mad or seem to be ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
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