Grayling Poems - Poems about Grayling

...Deprived of your love I become a will-o-the-wisp, a ghostlike entity, whose illumination has faded with the echoing of your final word, "Goodbye." Not a daunting wisp of the shimmering kind, nor ......

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... Suddenly over the sudden years I have felt an encumbrance; I sense an albatross - the weight of sundry uncharted days. Times I chronicle today as if I were a wax cylinder or a broken spool in......

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...With the sun on my back and my stick float aglow I watched as it trotted along in the flow There’d been little rain so the current was slow I was ready to strike because sometimes you know You ......

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...Christopher Grayling Little lost boy at the foot of the bed Poop on his little hands, little bald head Sssh. He's moving his lips Christopher Grayling's imagining ships © Gail Foster 13th Fe......

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...Ah Frontiera, here we are at your last, you've thrown a rod, your life lies black on oily ground - all this snow and you're a mobile no longer; so I must walk. It's cold, and now I think of it, t......

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...River Life Between ancient rolling chalk hills the age old river flows Where orange and blue cloaked Kingfisher over chalk stream feeds. Water Voles hunt and the family of an ......

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...Somnambulist’s Awakening the malamute ceiling flying in my hearing buzzes my acrid thoughts with the climaxed annoyance when the shadowy light lifted in the nightmare Einstein in Grayling ......

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