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A time traveller'...
poem by ann parks
I land silent, unseen in the peasant crowd from Bocking and Fobbing with their brave demands they meet the young King who agrees to their terms but Watt Tyler is killed and then the young King goes back on his word makin... Read more
The Evidence no.2
poem by ann parks
Velvet pansies baby tigers did we design them? we did not! Sparkling snowfall on the kerbstone in the night time Starling flocks. Double rainbows puppies dreaming do we deserve them? maybe not! Fluffy coot chicks on th... Read more
Strong Women
poem by ann parks
The chickens have come home to roost The lid is off Pandora's box The men in power who long abused no longer have their hiding place. The world has turned The worm has turned Every wrongful arrest every tax fraud , every sex cr... Read more
The Sixties
poem by ann parks
Quilted nylon dressing gown - pink,melted hem quilted nylon anorak - stained, threads hanging. Soggy paper straw as I drank my school milk from the little glass bottle from the huge metal crate in the school corridor. I ... Read more
Creativity
Stilletto Blues
poem by ann parks
Click clack click clack Like Hank I walk the floor Tick tock tick tock I really do abhor this useless staring at your chair oh how I ache to see you there but must not peep near where you are for reason shouts "he went too far... Read more
The Photos
poem by ann parks
Today my job was to put photos in albums. Why they were lying precariously in boxes and not put in albums years ago I couldn't tell you dear reader. "Oh well just get on with it " I thought....... my feelings were neutral at this... Read more
In the wee small ...
poem by ann parks
In the wee small hours at last time to myself time to learn , to think to try to write a poem. My room is small all my stuff is crammed in but this is not my home its the home of my brother recently deceased who we tried t... Read more
For Barbara Winds...
poem by ann parks
I haven't been pondrin here for maybe a year looking at my poems some full of sadness some full of cheer then suddenly in the screen corner a message popped up: we have lost dear Barbara! Barbara, Barbara beautiful clever ... Read more
The Square Doughn...
poem by ann parks
I was always a square doughnut never felt I fitted in not posh enough for grammar school friends not common enough to mix at work. I was always lonely from five to fifty always an oddity if people said they knew me I did no... Read more
On New Years Day
poem by ann parks
Last year was one of the best Had work, made friends, cleared debts. Today is New Years Day I stayed in and watched Ben Hur and a Bio on the Beatles. I felt I deserved a rest as I've worked hard last year...... but inside feel ... Read more
A boy and his Col...
poem by ann parks
You were the boy walking past with your Collie I hoped I would see you (in your purple and black jacket) and usually did. In our twenties we dated such close happy moments my folks ultimatum they would not accept you it all... Read more
Olde England
poem by ann parks
I sit on a bus on a grey afternoon in a place in the Midlands with a Saxon name passing scrubby heathland: "The Nature Trail". Did blonde Saxon warriors with round shields and axes and garnet red finery right in front of my... Read more
Time Portraits
poem by ann parks
I was young and in Paris sitting on a coach. Suddenly I saw a majestic bride ascending into church the gentle rippling of her dress train like milk flowing upwards upon the steps. This footage you too may have seen... Read more
KEEP GOING!!
poem by ann parks
NOTE TO SELF: KEEP GOING! no money no job keep going friends few prospects bleak keep going keep going...... Forget suicide how dare you think on it! Remember survivors starved and brutalised whose beloved families ... Read more
Is it really?
poem by ann parks
Is it really two years since I last went to work and held back my tongue and took the abuse and hoped it would work out but this never happened : Is it really two years since I last had a job? Is it really two years since ... Read more
Home Made!
poem by ann parks
Home made! Butterscotch or blankets cakes or christening robes nothing could be better for a mind that feels creates. Every little detail a choice made by a bride : the joy of celebrating love with a unique wedding dress. ... Read more
In Sepia Land
poem by ann parks
On my laptop I summon the dead..... I watch fascinated a Sepia Land. From satanic dark mills in clogs and shawls laughing lasses rush home at last to read the pencil letters sent from brothers sat in trenches the horrors... Read more
Eventually
poem by ann parks
I will learn to love myself fully - eventually. We will understand how alike we all are and cease the hatred - eventually. I might understand what I now suspect that my life is no accident and no man is my master - eventually. ... Read more
Favourite Things
poem by ann parks
Some like raindrops on roses some like whiskers on kittens I like watching a golden custard as it thickens slowly in the pan, my patience rewarded. A glittering river on a sunny day. The sound of seagulls waking you in your ... Read more
Perfection no. 1
poem by ann parks
Lemon chrysanthemums in a jug on my table like magical tutus in the theatre lights Little Richard screaming , pleading, playing with outrageous hair and beautiful soul. My mystical ring of emerald and diamond why did nature hid... Read more
Yes I can!
poem by ann parks
There are so many things I cannot do: I'm scared to drive scared to swim I made a mess of half my life but here is what I'm gonna do: I may not inherit great grandma's genes: she died in the sixties but had news clips of... Read more
AMERICAN ENCOUNTER
poem by ann parks
I watch the news from USA and cry you know? and cry a young black man can't breathe a young black man shot dead but guess what? If the divine force loves variety of creation then who are we to argue and say which of his crea... Read more
Another precious ...
poem by ann parks
Minkel Mankel Krinkel Crankel bored with words bored with news news crews never go back after to find out how they are today. Dinkel Dankel Zinkel Zankel no new words for me to say aching joints and fading memories are t... Read more
THE FANTASY DINN...
poem by ann parks
Yeah right who'd you invite ? to a nice evening meal with someone you feel was worth meeting there from history - to share what makes them tick and who makes them sick you'd have to agree this is real history. I know who t... Read more
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