Tag: literature
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Poem: Winter
Crimson embers of fire crackle, Beneath the pale moon light. The stars they twinkle like tiny freckles, Upon the face of the night. The sun awakens, from its slumbers, Naked vegetation shivers with delight. For they are scarce, they’re few in number, Desperate for the light. The season sets a spell of slumber,…
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Poem: A Job Is A Job
Knees buckled beneath me. Feet gnarled, toes curled. The whole world’s up against me. Yet still I spin, I twirl. Counting pennies until it defeats me. I’m sedated by my lost dreams. It seems the past always repeats me, A path of unraveling seams. Whispered regrets always greet me. My childhood career was…
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Poem: A Day As Grey As Today
Have you ever experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today? You know the kind, That makes you less kind. The kind you wished would just go away? I’ve certainly experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today It made me feel kind, To the man who reminded, Me to…
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The Inferior Female
Stature slender, Pitch higher. A non-male gender, So he must be higher. Physically inferior, Sit still and look pretty. Don’t question the superior, You’ll only look silly. Beauty over brains. Man over beauty. I’m not a feminist, But a minority of men give me reason I should be. Are you threatened by…
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Poem – What’s In A Tattoo?
The needle pierces my body, But I feel no pain. Black Ink drowns my pores, Euphoria begins. I am in paradise, I am transformed. My skin marked before my eyes, An external expression of an inner form. This is the poem I wrote for my first ever podcast published on my blog!…
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Poem: 5th November 1605
The dank presence of gunpowder fills their lungs. Settling smoke distorts their view. 5th November 1605 – a night like any other. If only this were really true. Traders to country, traitors to crown. The Gunpowder Plot, Dismembered, put down. Destructive paths each had chosen, Treasonous, treacherous. Yet failed to make any explosion.…
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Poem: Cold
It’s cold outside, My windows – opaque. Toes – curled up tight. Hands – beginning to shake. Amber embers of fire flicker, I begin to rock. My breath in the air grows thicker, There’s a hole in my sock. The fat black cat returns back, She always let’s in the cold. I bolt…
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Poem: Halloween
Halloween Didn’t you hear the scream? It’s half past 9 or is it 9.15? I need to wake up from this nightmarish dream. Plump pumpkin’s are carved, Their flesh scooped from their core. Night has fallen upon us, Yet it’s only half past 4. A tar-like black shrouds the moon in mystery. Is…
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Poem – Money
Money, It slips through my fingers, Like slithers of bottle-green seaweed submitting to gravity. I chase it every day, But yet I still feel drowned at its mercy. I am submerged. Will anyone take mercy? Celebrities live a life of luxury, Yet still, some show signs of misery. If more money is all…
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Poem – Shy
I’m Shy. Is that ok? I know I should meet your eyes more than sometimes. But I don’t. Should I be ashamed? I get nervous when around strangers. Find I become a stranger in myself. I feel paranoid of the dangers, That lurk just behind the shelf. I’m angry for being this way.…
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Poem – The Fall of Autumn
Death never looked so beautiful, Leaf litter burnt orange in the fading Autumn sun, Crunches beneath my feet as the day carries on. The air is colder, Green is no longer seen. The days are shorter, A Midsummer Night is merely but a dream. Ochre, pumpkin, chestnut and crimson. All show their true…
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Shakespeare’s The Twelfth Night – The Young Vic
“Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.” ― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night To say the adaptation of Shakespeare’s comedic theatrical tale was ‘great’ would be an absolute understatement. I must say, when I first realised that the play was completely dialogued in Shakespearean language I…
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