Christopher Higginson

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  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (5/3/2005 9:54:00 PM)

    There is only a handful of excellent poets left on this site and you are at the very top. From the moment I read your first poem, months ago I knew that you had superb talent. I am a bit envious of that but more so of the life experience that you have and of your intestinal fortitude, the courage to say and do what is right.
    My kind of poet, and my kind of man.
    Best wishes
    Herbert

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  • Yasmina Aziz (3/20/2005 4:13:00 PM)

    Amusing and scary knowing that this is life as we know it. No escape from reality!
    Well done Christopher. I look forward to reading more.

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  • natomeal speakerpaste (2/16/2005 3:07:00 AM)

    too foward? any suggestions?

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  • dissatified exmember (1/24/2005 11:52:00 PM)

    Chris has an uncanny way of telling a story. His work is crisp and his message is clear.
    I enjoy reading his poems very much. He has one fault. There are not enough poems posted.

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Best Poem of Christopher Higginson

Urinal

I stand quite close but not too far
From pelvic porcelain mounted jar
It is but one of A long row
Where men are often wont to go
The others standing there with me
Are in a line to have a pee
All staring at the push top tap
We listen to the urine lap
Some with dribbles some with force
Wonder who’s the noisy source
Of gushing pressure jetting fast
Goes on and on, it cannot last
And then he waggles, swagger hip
As if a monster in his grip
Then I chance a sideways glance
I see that it is not a lance
But just a trace of days gone by
He buttons up ...

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