The ink pools at the tip of my pen, hesitant, like a life half-lived, or a debt unpaid. They are waiting—watching— their eyes sharp as the edge of inheritance. I remember how I combed...
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To a Companion: A Life Well Lived and Still Living
Born on the 23rd of July In an Indian city under the sky, As the last one to arrive, Bringing her family joy and pride. Carefree as a child, With not a worry on...
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The Fountain Pen: After Pope
The fountain pen waits in the hand,small, silent, certain,a little instrument of ages,ready to “vindicate” the ways of thought to man. Its nib, in gold or silver,in platinum’s polished patience,touches the page like reason...
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The soil is waiting
Across the earththey lie in fragments of geographynever meant to become home. A boy from Liverpoolbeneath cold soil in Gallipoli.A girl from Kyivburied where the wheat fields burn black.A son of Lagoslost somewhere beneath...
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Orange Man and a King
I was only a deer headfixed above the polished door,antlers branching like old treaties,eyes glassed overbut still more awakethan half the room. They brought in the Kingwith his careful cuffs,his garden voice,his mild, monarchic...
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The Hollow Man
I.Once he wore the green of command,a body whole, a face unshadowed—the light of home pressed into his skin,the promise of return clasped in a ring.Beside him she leaned, her eyes unbroken,believing love could...
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From Jet Engines to Verse Lines: My Unlikely Journey into Poetry
At school, I wasn’t the star pupil. My path began in the Royal Air Force, then moved to oil rigs and boardrooms, and even into computer science research. Poetry wasn’t on the radar. Yet...
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What Is There Left to Believe In?
That resistance lives in small, defiant acts.That truth can still burn through screens.That a poem might awaken a soul.That even in the darkest verse,a flicker of light waits to be seen.That history bends not...
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A New Global Anthology Explores the Many Frontlines of Conflict and the Fragile Longing for Peace
Kurukshetra: Between War and Peace"- A New Global Anthology Explores the Many Frontlines of Conflict and the Fragile Longing for Peace...
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Nobody Asked Me
I want gardens, not graves.Bread shared, not borders sealed. You talk of enemies I’ve never met,accuse, sanction, divide, repeat.But my neighbours have names, not allegiances.We speak with laughter, not warnings. Dr Graham R Smith...
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