The moon – TB

18 Oct
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Just words

16 Oct

Benjamin Zephaniah- poet and revolutionary

15 Oct

Revolutionary Sounds Benjamin Zephaniah

14 Oct

All ya rubbish

12 Oct

No divine intervention – TB

5 Oct

God was trapped

in a lonely soul.

God was hungry.

It was dark. It was cold.

God wanted light,

God longed to see but

the soul couldn’t hear

so they spurrethed in fear.

 

Winter sulk-stice- TB

29 Sep

What happened to crisp autumn days?

Gone are hot summer nights.

Left with cold winter greys,

Short days and miserable-looking skies.