Bill Mitton

Rookie - 0 Points (26-03-45 / Salford, England)

Bill Mitton Poems

1. Uncaring Shores 1/2/2006
2. Stranded Shoe 1/21/2006
3. Captive Of A Grecian Moon 1/21/2006
4. Bowled Over 1/21/2006
5. Allegiance. 1/5/2006
6. A Wet Squirrel 1/5/2006
7. The Moon And Icarus 1/5/2006
8. Questionable Horizons. 1/5/2006
9. Life 1/6/2006
10. The Unsung Bell 1/6/2006
11. I Don'T Like Candied Peel! 1/6/2006
12. Acid Reign 1/6/2006
13. A Name On A Wall 1/9/2006
14. The Stealing Of A Heart 1/13/2006
15. Mobile Egyptian Deities 1/16/2006
16. The Death Of A Carpenter 7/13/2007
17. The Sword Of Mary (Extract From The Easter Suite) 9/13/2008
18. The Good Thief (From The Easter Suite) 9/13/2008
19. The Tears Of The Magdelane (From The Easter Suite) 9/13/2008
20. Thomas (From The Easter Suite) 9/13/2008
21. The Sound And The Texture 2/5/2010
22. Songs Of Loneliness………….. And Resentment 1/10/2006
23. A Wonder In Sepia 1/10/2006
24. The 39 Years 10/9/2006
25. Poetry In Motion 10/10/2006
26. A Word With God 7/12/2007
27. Herbert 7/12/2007
28. Today I Stood By A River 5/23/2011
29. Hope 11/4/2011
30. A Grey Perspective 11/4/2011
31. A Leap Of Faith 11/4/2011
32. With Open Palms 11/3/2011
33. Geese In The Dawn 11/3/2011
34. Why Am I Standing In Front Of This Fridge? 11/4/2011
35. The Winds Of Troodos 11/7/2011
36. The Winds Around Kilturra 1/6/2006
37. The Song Of Seti 1/13/2006
38. The Twisted Man 11/3/2011
39. Within This Space 1/10/2006
40. A Song For The Journey 2/4/2010
Best Poem of Bill Mitton

Voices On The Edge Of The World (In Honour Of My Fellow Poets)

It is how we are and who we are
that we live out here on the edge
the ragged rim of the world
It’s the nature of our vice
This dark self imposed isolation

Yet the paradox in it shines bright
As the isolation bears heavy
upon our pale and brittle skin
for unless we share our souls
there is but dust in what we do

Each staking a separate claim
along the river of the golden muse
and each naked in hand and heart
bares the working of a soul
tasting the ice in the edges isolation

yet from each site along the rim
the voices of comfort ...

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An Audience Granted

I saw him briefly once,
like a three dimensional
shadow on the lake.
And I was breathless in
the presence of such majesty.
The sheen of his plumage,
changing, as the sun danced
on the rippling water.
He turned towards the

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