Bill Wright Poems

The old man looked up, glasses on head
Sitting in his own chair, by the fireplace.
Aye, I know what you want to do, he said
As he went to the table, and cleared a space.
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We didn't want Corona
But it's here to haunt us
It's come to taunt us
We didn't want Corona
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The last train rumbles out
The smell of soot fills the air
Midnight strikes.
Late night revellers stagger home
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Wow, I recall Varanasi.
The spectacle, a kaleidoscope of colour
A cacophony of noise. Crowds milling
Devotedly. Mother Ganges in full flow.
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Yes, I love Edinburgh
The smells, the sights, the sounds
The Festival, autumnal August
Wonderful. The crowds up on the Mound
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It was an image which shocked the world,
Face down upon the shore,
That desperate, drowned Syrian boy,
No more than three or four.
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This is the story of Ada and the Doc,
A tale of love and passion,
Of a treacherous and murderous deed,
And a trial that enthralled the nation.
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The children were happy at school that day,
Eager for the Half Term holiday,
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Amazed, the young fan looks
Upon the waving sea of banners
Fluttering in the wind
Stands still in wonder
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