she wasn't waiting for a knight she was waiting for a sword
The Cry Of Orgasm She was a Mauritius woman who sold spicy grocery at Leeds open market and spoke demotic English even on the phone that evening
By Carol Freeman11 months ago in Poets
Letter Home Letter Home in the fourteenth year Where the largeness of the dream is touched by the smallness of one's England
Caged Bird A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing
To Daffodils Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day
DIARY OF A BROKEN POET pieces of glass; old bottles at the sea, broken street of notebooks drinking and living every pages
HUSTLER’S MOTIVATION i'm a homeless not hopeless fear is for the brave, they thrive failing is a lesson cos coward lack courage
Ambassadors of poverty Ambassadors of poverty are The corrupt masters of the economy With their head abroad And anus at home