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The full version: We had a hollow time of it, Inbetween the empty weekends, When nothing happened but The ringing of the plague bells Up and down every street Of… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
The full version: We had a hollow time of it, Inbetween the empty weekends, When nothing happened but The ringing of the plague bells Up and down every street Of… Continue Reading
Two crowns of shame in the official portraits, self-declared official. Blood diamonds. Self-awarded honours always reek of something invented not real, undeserved. The blood is real. It drips down their… Continue Reading
Some days, writing seems futile, Putting seldom-read words onto Paper, unheard voices and unseen Stories ignored by those who most Need them. Where are those who Want to know the… Continue Reading
He keeps himself self-contained, Even with that wide smile when He’s working the bar or the tables, And stays inscrutable to anyone Watching the flash of his fast hands, His… Continue Reading
Endless days of doing nothing. The cage is not a cage when you have the key. The token effort to make it look like the people are the priority. And… Continue Reading
We must have passed eachother In the middle, at some point in The century of our friendship, me And him, he from the left to the Right of centre, me… Continue Reading
when it comes it takes him by surprise the smooth ride it was supposed to be in the golden carriage unopposed by the little people whose taxes he considers his… Continue Reading
In the final bleak waiting room, we Arrange the urns along the wall In order of size. The biggest contains the ashes of a Life-time of regrets, bitter tastes Of… Continue Reading
At the beginning, it fizzed in the corner Of the room for an hour a day at most, Seldom used, never listened to, a slave To necessity, a pain, a… Continue Reading
In the sense of being Filled with fright and Anxiety, she was frightful When he saw her Cowering in the corner Of the deserted house, Muck around her face And… Continue Reading