Ancient moons where highway tunes claim those gone on the, ‘speechless seeking trails’ from yesteryear’s world. No funeral dirge for lost friends disappeared into that horizon, unless the sun has memories, their goneness has Passchendaele finality. Now in these evening years I wait, where autumn’s gate meets a frozen meadow, and human kind strive with […]
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(Guest Poem from Dawn Bland Written about Spectrum People’s Café & Chat) We all found a place, We talk, We support each other, Here at the Friendship Café we are all friends. No judging, Just supporting each other often getting that hug you really need If your head’s a mess, Here you feel not alone,
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Across the fields of strange Hells, and blood red soil. In terror smoke and dread, walked Tommy Tinfoil. “Gone to be a solider mum, like my tin foil men!” Now the toy fort is in the attic, and will never be used again! “Your country needs you boy, or are you a coward?” With his
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