Charlotte Peters Rock

Rookie (20th century / England)

Charlotte Peters Rock Poems

1. Cop Out 2/6/2009
2. If I'M Corrupt.. 2/6/2009
3. Dying For Entertainment 2/6/2009
4. Pot Of Gold 2/6/2009
5. Three Yards Up The Road 2/6/2009
6. Night Terrors 2/6/2009
7. Bamboos 1/28/2010
8. On Music 7/13/2010
9. The Place Outside 7/13/2010
10. Demented - Failing Lives 3/3/2012
11. The Man He Is 3/3/2012
12. Heatweave Dreams 3/3/2012
13. Mother Amazon's Tears 3/3/2012
14. Cashclone 3/3/2012
15. Garden 3/3/2012
16. The Angels Of The Falls 3/3/2012
17. Living In The World 3/3/2012
18. Aprlil 3/3/2012
19. No Wonder That The Nation Takes To Drink 3/3/2012
20. Trotters In The Trough 3/3/2012
21. By Namibian Shore 3/3/2012
22. Frightening Devils 3/3/2012
23. Give Me Jade 3/3/2012
24. Lapis Lazuli 3/3/2012
25. Melly At Keele 3/3/2012
26. No One Knew Why 3/3/2012
27. The Beach And The Empire 3/3/2012
28. Sea Harvest 3/3/2012
29. Young Woman At A Bus Stop 3/3/2012
30. Formal Gardens 3/3/2012
31. Coronation On The Tele 3/3/2012
32. The Past 3/3/2012
33. Dementia Settling In 3/3/2012
34. The Old Man 3/3/2012
35. Laurie's Legacy 3/3/2012
36. A Body Of Knowledge 3/3/2012
37. Accession Of Victoria 3/3/2012
38. Baker Boy 3/3/2012
39. Billy 3/3/2012
40. Blow 3/3/2012
Best Poem of Charlotte Peters Rock

Care For The Elderly - A Conference

They gather in the Greeting Place
A smaller flock than once expected
Still elated - out from work and office

All around - the empty space
Is pressing on the keen - collected
Taking pointers - out from work and office

Inside the hall there is small trace
Of anyone to ‘stand corrected'
They're all working - inside work and office

Still curtains drift - in finest lace
The certain eyes not disaffected
Hide behind the lace of work and office

And speakers high in group embrace
Speak on and clap in unelected
Fluffy tones of every Higher ...

Read the full of Care For The Elderly - A Conference

Lugh

Lugh

Raven and spear and the longhanded Lugh
like Odin equipped into fear
A fightin of Balor in search of the truth
Magician of sling and of spear

A little stone ball entered Balor's droop eye
defeatin Formorii tribes

[Hata Bildir]