Allison Riches Poems

Irony –

Ahhh triumphant I rode; exit left from social battle.
The curtain fell and they cried 'Encore', but I gave none.
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I love my Tom, my Michael, my eyes and heart bleed at the thought
Of my loves of 7 years deserting tiny Rye; oh God I'm distraught;
The shaking of my hands as I struggle to cope,
True love hath departed taking all of my hope;
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From the owner of the River Café

When I think of the Cafe by the river;
The excitement makes me shake and then quiver;
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Sectioned

Sectioned and facilitated
Her claims aggravated
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Karma

Karma is my brilliant best friend;
She’s patient and will always defend;
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Death

Death is an appointment
Rarely is the time rearranged.
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The Rye Smile………….

Romance springs from the passionate surroundings;
Forests and sea combine their whispers;
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Yashmak of Learning

A forbidden sexuality
A forbidden thought
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What she used to say.


You’re no oil painting you know and you never keep in touch.
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Irony – (first night of return following ban from Ypres lifted)

Ahhh triumphant I rode; exit left from social battle.
The curtain fell and they cried 'Encore', but I gave none.
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