Results of parsing RSS UK News Feeds
– 5th Feb to 31st March 2017
On my web site – Proper Nouns in the News
Results of parsing RSS UK News Feeds
– 5th Feb to 31st March 2017
On my web site – Proper Nouns in the News
Many pages of poetic writings
– uploaded Dec 2016
http://www.ashley-bovan.co.uk/PagePo/000000.html
I’ve compiled 29 poems into a collection called “crack” – they’re up on my website – http://ashley-bovan.co.uk/words/crack.html
and also as a pdf – https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B5eYVI2s0XztazhTaVFnUE1ja00
hope you enjoy them
She danced
in beauty for 3 seconds
followed by clumsy stumbles
which she carried
without a hitch
then moments of average
moments of well-above average
and
like us
she lives for those 3 seconds
just you gone impossible close no I fight you I
you shut you I fight think slide close
gone me ever agree
anything you ever agree anything
close shut you on ever fight slide gone
you you I anything moment
want me madness fight you gone close shut
impossible no you just you no
you you gone no dreams I
gone you fight me
fight you I gone up just for you no you you
fight up just write love you or
gone impossible moment do
we will impossible you you I fight you
we will ever you madness
Chanteuse
You were always singing
nothing wrong with that
like god meant you to
but I never guessed (how could I?)
how bad you’d get
Even now, I don’t want to take it in
that special delivery, at my door
I’m out – don’t hear the bell
a parcel of your diaries
scripture of the damned
deliver us from evil
How could you see what I was doing?
– in your religion, women die first
I try to work around your ways
but you just wait for fall
put the boot in
iron fist to win the war
lose the plot
Now you’re alright
work miracles
I am with you, she said
Can you feel this, this kiss
Don’t you wish for me
every second of the day
Don’t you dream within dreams
within me
Do you not come to me blind
Am I not spell-binder
your possessor
Dissolve into me
as nothing I have known before
Make this mark
Imprint indelibly a fracture
From this point
nothing will be the same
An old map leads me to an overgrown path
ferns, tall grass, shrubs
no one’s walked here for years
Looks like there’s a new track
cut through the trees further up the slope
built to take the logging trucks and machinery
This path is fine
a little slow at times
but with good views of the river
Yellow, red and blue by moonlight
a leisurely river swim, warm evening
a tinge of ultraviolet in the flowers
Star-shape, on my back
I float and watch the occasional cloud
You could reel me in now, no trouble