Monthly Archives: July 2013

Yellow Fields

today damp are the yellow fields drunk after the night of plenty rain after weeks of uninterrupted sun a landscape swollen and lots of green yet colour demands attention today, is not a day for work but to breathe and … Continue reading

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Until the Last Drop

have you ever wondered why cafe coffee is so attractive dripping of addiction that elixir one must consume on the premises in cafe bars of many descriptions push, pull or turn the nob just simply enter that aroma that invades … Continue reading

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Twilight Of Our Days

poetry is simple and yet it’s not! it is the epiphany between reality and dream a moment of nakedness reality is seldom solid inconsistent to the imagination vunerable to the residue of dreams peeping through the haze poetry is the … Continue reading

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God Or Nature

tonight God or Nature has become a impressionist painting the evening sky in shades of orange and red smouldering like Turner brushed by Van Gogh dipping into the acquiescent earth scorched like a bush fire roaring red By Paolo Michell

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The Sound OF Protest

i’m here drinking coffee i should be standing at a bus stop but the clouds have release their fury angry rain beating the concrete into submission a silent wall of protest against authority unreal, but symbolic shouting in soundless screams … Continue reading

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Many Kinds Of Dreams

the mood is good the anticipation real a drop of joy to cause a soul to heal i find a kind of comfort watching youth as they face the world their universe of possibilities their reality is more an attitude … Continue reading

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Among the Clouds

along Dublin’s quays where mortals stroll in skies above among the clouds with folded wings and silent praise angels look down By Paolo Michell

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Imagine Moments

imagine sand between toes like moments in a day til time washing them away By Paolo Michell

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By Omission

they are young, beautiful and certainly intelligent they make the coffee and serve at table they sound exotic with a foreign accent they are different they ask more questions than the natives but soon the politicians will interfere by omission … Continue reading

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A Candle

flicker, flicker a gentle dance a candle on a marble table sweet innocence it licks the air to sustain its life just like us however brief in Cafe en Seine on Dawson Street By Paolo Michell

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