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Stuart Ronton, like many others, grew up in a busy urban town that was renown for its huge industry. He lived witha poor family and lived for 10 years in a shoddily assembled, one-floored house. Having no personal possessions, other than his widely famous clockwork mouse. Ronton moved out to seek a job at the age of only 10. Only a year later, both of his parents died of scurvy, leaving Ronton... more »
Lawrie Stuart Ronton Poems
No food, water or food,
This is a Shortage.
Most dead from starvation,
Some from disorganised pyjamas.... more »
O cold tingly morning,
don't stand and stare at me,
with those strangely shaped eyes.... more »
Cowardly, dash into place,
No mark see thee,
upon thy face.
Thy gentleman is trapped,... more »
Stoner brows,
Not like a cows. He calls
like the midnight owl,
he caws to the sky,... more »
Oh my! I say,
Don't let them stay.
In the midnight rancid situations.... more »
Only the fair few shall perish,
Over five thousand years it reigns,
The mosquito slaying,
Rabid poker champions.... more »
Not a hose,
Nor the old rose.
In the corner of the room,
It blooms.... more »
A Moving Tale
O cold tingly morning,
don't stand and stare at me,
with those strangely shaped eyes.
Not only you lie,
But he just doesn't die.
Three blows to the head,
A Robot.
Motionless in the horizon.
Shining, glinting matress, crystal
Burning metal.
Crackling in the afternoon mist,
I don't understand, what I have missed.
Message from Jones,
Emergency room filled.
Dead sky that is blue,
with the blood of enemies.
He makes his entrance,
into the night.
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