Paul Walker
Paul Walker Poems
Halfway up a wall
in old Geneva
a tiny blue flower
grows in a crevice.
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I'd been off coffee for two years,
Then I sank some Turkish in Soho.
It hit me like a depth-charge,
I couldn't sit still.
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They said a good way of gaining self-knowledge
was to talk to yourself while looking in a mirror,
but without my glasses on I couldn’t see too well
and I wound up thinking I was someone else.
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It’s 4am and I am midday awake.
The pair downstairs are fighting again.
They’re a regular Punch and Judy show:
she slaps and he wails.
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You come towards me in the dusk,
Reduced to scents and shadows.
As your robe falls to the floor,
The air crackles and melts
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Paul Walker Biography
Paul Walker's poems have appeared in magazines and newspapers in Britain, Ireland, America, and Japan. Originally a journalist, he moved into teaching, from which he had to retire due to illness. He is married, with a Puckle, a dog, and three cats. He lives in Sheffield, England. He dislikes custard. http: //www.myspace.com/513765653 http: //www.flickr.com/photos/30591976@N05/)
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On The Way To Visit Calvin's Church
Halfway up a wall
in old Geneva
a tiny blue flower
grows in a crevice.
Dark and cool,
it is the perfect cave
for a hermit to practice
an individual faith.
At ease with its beauty,
The flower grows:
Sprouting without instruction,
blooming without guilt.
Birth, death and resurrection
Naturally accomplished
without need of salvation.
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5/2/2024 12:21:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
he is trash and coonfusing