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  • George Coombs

    Welcome Cat by George Coombs

    come quietly
    into my space
    neighbourhood
    cat…wide eyed
    wonder in your
    questioning eyes…
    ginger colour
    shines as you
    come close…
    no fear of touch
    in quiet innocence
    you are welcome
    here…in…

    101 words
  • George Coombs

    Mum's Candle by George Coombs

    (for Mum)
    candle…
    tongue of quiet
    illumination
    gentle presence
    mum here
    close now…
    you have
    come through the
    shadow valley
    now in silence
    my special
    flame dance
    delicate on
    butterfly feet…
    you hav…

    48 words
  • George Coombs

    Neighbourhood cat by George Coombs

    night…silent streets
    softly illumined
    illumined with
    amber street light…
    cool air touched in
    gentleness…
    from no sound came
    my new friend
    quiet like the late night
    slow careful steps he
    greet…

    55 words
  • George Coombs

    Night by George Coombs

    night…out walking
    slowly…at peace
    steady flow of traffic
    tall apartment blocks
    stand in statuesque quiet
    then…from behind
    clouds the full moon
    gentle light illumining
    vast expanse of sky
    fr…

    55 words
  • roggcar

    YOU by roggcar

    The only time i think of you,

    Is when I sit upon the Loo,

    87 words
  • roggcar

    Menu by roggcar

    Jumbo, Pizza, Hot Dog and Minute Steak found a babysitter called Chicken Quarter,

    194 words
  • George Coombs

    Watching -Waiting by George Coombs

    watching
    waiting
    inseparable friends
    on the shore
    of life…
    before them
    sea jewelled
    with light…
    waves slow
    like quiet breathing
    watching
    waiting
    part of existence
    looking far out
    seeing the gentle
    boat …

    46 words
  • George Coombs

    John (MORE FROM WORK IN PROGRESS PLEASE ENSURE YOU READ ... by George Coombs

    Peckham is known as a high crime area.

    It’s streets are deeply shadowed by volatile
    levels of drug trafficking gang violence, knife
    and gun crime.
    The gang is a focus of connectedness
    and group s…

    519 words
  • George Coombs

    The Man by George Coombs

    The ManDark. Grief. All he could do was wait forthe next day. Life was watching of dead time

    leaving the scream nobody wants to hear.
    He was a knowing, insightful man
    asking hard questions. Where…

    177 words
  • George Coombs

    The Path by George Coombs

    walking quietly…
    the paths before
    me lined with emaciated
    winter trees
    aware of silence allowing
    thought free as
    gull cry filling
    vast overarching sky…
    leaves litter waiting ground
    displaced……

    62 words
  • George Coombs

    Slow by George Coombs

    slow…
    in solemn procession
    waves visited
    in winter light
    beckoning pilgrim
    eyes…

    horizon…
    waiting altar…
    holy of holies
    where waits
    new unending
    life…

    breeze…
    touches as a qu…

    42 words
  • George Coombs

    A Little About Me-Pieces Of The Jigsaw-PLEASE ENSURE YOU ... by George Coombs

    A Little About Me – Pieces Of The JigsawI was born in Shoreham by Sea in Sussex.Much of my life has been lived in the Brighton

    and Hove area apart from periods in London, Sutton,
    and West Malling near…

    434 words
  • George Coombs

    Outcast by George Coombs

    alone…shop doorway
    near the seaside
    crumpled fallen leaf
    broken…lost
    lady bruised broken
    by domestic violence…
    gift of self torn
    unwanted refuse…
    acute cold gave greater
    chill…li…

    49 words
  • George Coombs

    Now,No Harm by George Coombs

    (In Memoriam – Derek Bentley)
    derek,
    in winter cold
    you come to me
    i remember,
    body hanging
    as a life-less
    branch
    now
    no more inner
    loneliness
    end of pain
    safe in the one life
    they
    cannot harm you
    now…

    Georg…
    40 words
  • George Coombs

    At My Window by George Coombs

    daily

    at my window
    gilded with daytime
    a gull
    antheming
    the sea
    where light gives
    tremulous path
    to the horizon,
    then beyond.
    i give bread
    symbol of thanks
    for gathering
    ripples in deep
    pool of quietness

    George C…
    38 words
  • George Coombs

    Streets by George Coombs

    quiet on streets at night
    safe to cross from one side to
    another…no long snake of
    menacing traffic whose
    lamps light the precarious way…
    self crossing over…amber
    lights illumine pavement
    w…

    51 words
  • George Coombs

    Trees by George Coombs

    winter trees
    naked…vulnerable…
    fading light
    blackbird pulsating amid
    stillness…
    close clinging cold
    mind calm in vastness…

    treading reverently
    sense of refuge
    still the pulsating
    like …

    46 words
  • George Coombs

    The Shot Man by George Coombs

    naked
    frail helpless
    as a fallen leaf
    he lay
    on the ground
    they shot him
    hands tied
    fear
    beyond utterance
    a man died
    in the shade
    of Ireland’s “troubles”
    history carries
    screams none want
    to hear
    naked, cold
    he sig…

    49 words