Words

(Guest Poem from Dawn Bland Written about Wakefield Baptist Church) I turned up here messed up, You took the time to support me and advise me You encouraged me, To put down in words how I felt inside; So I wrote my poems, I’d been isolating myself, No motivation, Low self-esteem, Lacking in confidence; But …

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The 67 Wind

Far pervading fields of trees, a landscape with no hope, the trains no longer journey to the dreams of wonder smoke. The cynic speaks of youth naïve, innocence well lived, entrepreneurs’ make ‘Documentaries’ so full of lies hard to forgive. Now at this late hour, I weep at a place where we once grinned, yes, …

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For Nigel

A painted window touched by an old city streetlight, we wandered in obscurity looking for hope, we slept on cold church steps hungry and unseen. The world belonged to someone else, pigeons and seagulls woke us in the dull morning of a 1969 Bristol. Your kind eyes still haunt my waking thoughts; your orphan hopes …

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