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Separation

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Agamemnon's Death

                   Agamemnon’s Death        Relaxed and carefree in his welcome bath, Proud Agamemnon washed away the grime OfTroy’s prolonged campaign. At last the wounds Of war were sluiced in victory and he Could plan a peaceful future for his land.        Ablutions done, he stepped […]

The Judgement of Paris

         The Judgement of Paris                How could he know?.                That on his choice        Hung, epical, the futures of           His family, his natalTroy And its then fortunate inhabitants?.   That Agamemnon with his Grecian horde      Would alter history because      Æneas, who escaped their wrath, Would […]

Lamia and Jealousy

                Lamia and Jealousy   For some there writhes a serpent in the brain      From whose lewd jaws foul venom spews      Upon the root-strings of the tongue. That monster feeds on love but vomits bile, Most bitterly on those whose trust is near. That Lamia is termagent […]

Omnipotence

             Omnipotence             My name is Death!.           All things with breath Acknowledge me their sovereign,           And come to me           Eventually, Submissive to my atropine. Kings, princes, potentates are mine – […]

My Arrow

                                 My Arrow   Great Shakespeare and bright Keats – immortal pair Of bards, the purest poets ever known – The world’s bereft now that your skills have flown.      When next will genius such as yours arise To scintillate […]

Rainbow

                                           Rainbow        The glory of an Angel’s wings spreads bright across the skies, An arc of light ineffable before my streaming eyes. What matter if the rain still falls or thunder still […]

The Artist

          The Artist             Last night An artist came and drew Upon my window-pane; And fron his hoary skill           I knew Jack frost had come again.             Strange shapes Festoon the opaque glass With myriad forms diverse; Whilst all my pipes and drains           Surpass Description in mere words. […]

Woman

                Woman        God made Woman perfectly When her He did create; Not one thing did He neglect To please glad Man, her mate.        Hair seductive frames her head, (Prettier than jewelled crown), A fragrant veil of gossamer Softer than the finest down.   […]

Alone

                 Alone   ‘I stood and stand alone’. (Byron: Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage)             Alone I stand:           Alone I think.        My heart, worn by its constant load Of love and anger, pride and fear, Labours to do its best for me As I increase […]

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