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The poet's hide | A part-time poet's blog | Page 2

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The poet's hide. A part-time poet's blog. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. What is in the hide? About the heading pictures. Poems, reflections, and whatnot. My Rainbow Died Today. Armistice on the High Street. She thinks I am someone else. Five O’Clock Finish. Newer posts →. Frida Kahlo and The Survivors of Symphysiotomy. March 11, 2014. I hear you say! Some of you may have not heard of Frida Kahlow. All of you will wonder why I’m putting the two together. That is another story though).

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Five O’Clock Finish | The poet's hide

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The poet's hide. A part-time poet's blog. Skip to primary content. What is in the hide? About the heading pictures. Poems, reflections, and whatnot. My Rainbow Died Today. Armistice on the High Street. She thinks I am someone else. Five O’Clock Finish. Five O’Clock Finish. Getting home is such a slog,. When driving in the rush-hour mob. Sitting, staring at the red light masses. Yet another minute passes. Stopped at a set of traffic lights,. Another queue is in my sights. The radio reports of more delays.

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Destination: Liverpool | The poet's hide

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The poet's hide. A part-time poet's blog. Skip to primary content. What is in the hide? About the heading pictures. Poems, reflections, and whatnot. My Rainbow Died Today. Armistice on the High Street. She thinks I am someone else. Five O’Clock Finish. Bustling through New Street. Pushing into the melee. Settle down for the ride. Like a takeaway menu. I’m counting them down. Infuriatingly slow –. Each a little closer. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).

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NaNoWriMo-the preparation begins | The poet's hide

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The poet's hide. A part-time poet's blog. Skip to primary content. What is in the hide? About the heading pictures. Poems, reflections, and whatnot. My Rainbow Died Today. Armistice on the High Street. She thinks I am someone else. Five O’Clock Finish. September 21, 2014. That I thought, why not? I did it a couple of years ago, and loved every second of it. So this year, I have cleared my diary, made sure that I do not have any special birthdays/anniversaries/chores to be available for throughout Novembe...

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Generate Nerve-Shredding Story Tension—Power of the Secret-Keeper | The poet's hide

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The poet's hide. A part-time poet's blog. Skip to primary content. What is in the hide? About the heading pictures. Poems, reflections, and whatnot. My Rainbow Died Today. Armistice on the High Street. She thinks I am someone else. Five O’Clock Finish. Generate Nerve-Shredding Story Tension—Power of the Secret-Keeper. September 22, 2014. Kristen Lamb's Blog. Image via the award-winning show House. One element that is critical to understand is this:. To quote Dr. Gregory House,. 1,226 more words. You are ...

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She thinks I am someone else | The poet's hide

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The poet's hide. A part-time poet's blog. Skip to primary content. What is in the hide? About the heading pictures. Poems, reflections, and whatnot. My Rainbow Died Today. Armistice on the High Street. She thinks I am someone else. Five O’Clock Finish. She thinks I am someone else. She thinks I am someone else…. Asks where my mother is. Consoled by my answer. She tells of her war baby. Born in an air raid. Tells me to take the child. Take him to the children’s home before. She is lost to me again. Follow...

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My Rainbow Died Today | The poet's hide

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The poet's hide. A part-time poet's blog. Skip to primary content. What is in the hide? About the heading pictures. Poems, reflections, and whatnot. My Rainbow Died Today. Armistice on the High Street. She thinks I am someone else. Five O’Clock Finish. My Rainbow Died Today. My rainbow died today…. It fell into a puddle and drowned. Caught glimpses here and there. Fractured into a thousand. Bleeding into murky water. Dispersed in a puddle of grey-brown dullness. Taking with it a piece of me. Follow &ldqu...

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Deadlines (or how this year is running out!) | The poet's hide

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The poet's hide. A part-time poet's blog. Skip to primary content. What is in the hide? About the heading pictures. Poems, reflections, and whatnot. My Rainbow Died Today. Armistice on the High Street. She thinks I am someone else. Five O’Clock Finish. Deadlines (or how this year is running out! June 29, 2015. Last August my cousin and his girlfriend got engaged (ya! They have booked the wedding for September this year. 8230;then left it alone for AGES…. I wrote a line or two. Left it alone. You are comm...

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Poems, reflections, and whatnot | The poet's hide

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The poet's hide. A part-time poet's blog. Skip to primary content. What is in the hide? About the heading pictures. Poems, reflections, and whatnot. My Rainbow Died Today. Armistice on the High Street. She thinks I am someone else. Five O’Clock Finish. Poems, reflections, and whatnot. I will renew this every few months or so, with a few smaples, but for now, please enjoy a sample of the poetry that was on display in Waterstones LiverpoolOne. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Sorry, you...

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Armistice on the High Street | The poet's hide

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The poet's hide. A part-time poet's blog. Skip to primary content. What is in the hide? About the heading pictures. Poems, reflections, and whatnot. My Rainbow Died Today. Armistice on the High Street. She thinks I am someone else. Five O’Clock Finish. Armistice on the High Street. Armistice on the High Street. Over this capitulated shell. Waiting to pick away at the corpse. Arrived at the end of battle. The white flag For Sale banner. When the announcement came. They wrapped comforting wings. Post was n...