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beresford mitchell Poems
She held on as tightly as possible. Nothing would ever take her child away. Nothing.
I Want To Hear America Singing
i want to hear America singing To the sound of industry, I want to hear america singing...... out in the open not in coventry The shoemaker dinging The woodcutter singing
Willy's Dream of Aqua Blue
I’m going down to the river down to where the lorries lie, down to the river to the bye and bye
The Day Joan of Arc met Satchmo
You know me as joan but, among my own people i was called jehanette, since my coming into france, i am called jehanne.
In The Absence Of Presence
in the absence of clouds, under the united nations, a crowd gathers
The Cheerful Waitress and The Dirty Dish...
She was sweet. I noticed her. She was petit and compact and tight. No doubt strong.
Not My Time
and were you amongst them dive bombing in the darkness of the night was it you who’s meteor trail was visible by its own blurred fast moving light.
You Said Watch for Me
i finally went to sleep and dreamt about waking, dreamt about the effort you're making and the ardous time its taking
Nova Blooms Pop Up Blockers and The Curs...
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Deja Vu Again
time is a reconciling forgives my hearts defiling turns off those flowing fountains softly scales those awakening mountains
All This Thisness
in my foreign-ness i feel blackness a disturbing outcastness, isolatedness.
Comments about beresford mitchell
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
She held on as tightly as possible.
Nothing would ever take her child away.
A feudal lord would never come between them.
Nor a drunken husband.
Or a difficult health system.
Not even the prospect of another child could wedge between them.
She held it's little hand as tightly as possible, defying the certain odds, that weren't really odds, if you know what I mean.
He sat convinced this was the day to die.
Slowly reality came calling him back.
Where was he?
Here amongst all of this wreckage?