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Book Launch Octavo’s Cardiff.
The book launch at Octavo’s was a great night. I want to thank Mike Jenkins of the Red Poets, Suzanne Iuppa poet and Rhys poet for their readings and support. Also Cara Cullen my daughter poet and songstress and Fiona Cullen my wife and magnificent singer for their musical contribution and support.
Suzanne Iuppa’s reading of my poem “Lament for the girl of the morning Sea” will stay with me for a long time.
Last but not least a big thank you to the listeners!
It was a grand party!
Picaroon Poetry – Issue #4 – September 2016
Issue #4 has arrived on your shores, this time bringing – amongst other things – murder (of a sort), mayhem (of many sorts), rather interesting bedroom shenanigans (just the one thankfu…
. it has left me tired .
adrift, will the sky at last explode, or will this hate
continue pointlessly, for thousand thousands years.
numbers that cannot describe each particle of pain.
each bloody bomb that kills yet again.
it may have left us tired, yet we are alive to witness.
yet again.
sbm.
Life
The cock on the church spire
Fixed its face to the west
And on a cloudless day
We walked to your funeral
Along the path in the park
By the shade of the river
It was my task to make you smile
Or even laugh and lay to one side
The greyness of your widowhood
We were here to remember you
I remember your stoical grace
Your delicate grey eyed smile
And know how I will miss you.
In memory of Sheila Little died 28th August 2016 aged 80 years.
Friendship and love
You looked out toward the sea
A cool September evening
We had planned coming
We watched an empty sea
The news dulled our hopes
It was a cool darkening evening
We sat outside silently watching
Waves riding the beaches slopes.
Hopes shattered lives challenged
And we hold each other silently
Standing close together quietly
Our love cannot be expunged.
La politique de la chaise vide
Nina
Waiting for storms to pass
Waiting for storms to pass
Standing under maples
Waiting for hard rain to pass
Watching iron black
Towered thunder clouds
Rise over the mountain
I remembered you
And wondered
At the reason
The memory
Was brought back
It was the day you decided
You were leaving
You told me
This place is not for me
It’s not for you either
You told me
Don’t worry
You’ll find
Your own way
That was the last
I saw of you
But the memory of your
Strength of conviction
Has been a source
Of great strength
Doing what’s right
Is all that matters
I think of your courage
A woman who knew
What was wrong
What was right
And I cherish
The memory
Of you then
The briefness
Of our friendship.
RAC
. sunday morning.
sunday morning is often quiet here early .the radio playing. did you know they play music alongside bird song. a special moment. we sit quiet and listen. you see i think the swallow…
Source: . sunday morning.
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