Neil Crawford

Rookie - 3 Points (29/04/56 / CHESTER, ENGLAND.)

Neil Crawford Poems

41. Pensee No.8 3/18/2012
42. Pensee No.9 3/18/2012
43. Pensee No.10 3/18/2012
44. Pensee No.11 3/18/2012
45. Pensee No.12 3/18/2012
46. Pensee No.13 3/18/2012
47. Overpowered By Proust 3/18/2012
48. Pensee No.14 3/18/2012
49. Pensee No.15 3/18/2012
50. Warning From History 3/19/2012
51. 'Twas Ever Thus 3/19/2012
52. Farewell To Westphalia 3/15/2012
53. Aegean Ritual 3/15/2012
54. The Poetry Class 3/16/2012
55. Captain Beefheart's Entry Into Heaven 3/16/2012
56. Between Night And Day 3/16/2012
57. False Friend, Abandoned 3/20/2012
58. Rebirth 3/20/2012
59. Contagion 3/20/2012
60. Intruder Alert 3/20/2012
61. Failed Foray 3/20/2012
62. Ah Youth! 3/20/2012
63. Springs Eternal 3/20/2012
64. Music And Muse 3/20/2012
65. Sonnet 3/20/2012
66. Mentioned In Desptaches 3/20/2012
67. Soupsound 3/21/2012
68. Dwindling 3/21/2012
69. Mental Whistling 3/21/2012
70. Bargain 3/21/2012
71. Could Be Worse 3/21/2012
72. Pancognizance 3/21/2012
73. Sledge 3/21/2012
74. Talking Cannibal Blues 3/21/2012
75. Nocturnia 3/21/2012
76. My 'To Do List' For Today 3/22/2012
77. Corrida 3/22/2012
78. The Walk To Work 3/22/2012
79. Blue Sun 3/26/2012
80. The Last Of Lynn 3/26/2012

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Word Association Exercise

Moon - Glow - Worm - Grave - DEATH

Rose- Thorn - Cut - Bleed - DEATH

Dove - Peace - Rally - Riot - DEATH

Telephone - Conversation - Preservation - Fallacy - DEATH

Hospital - Disinfectant - Panic - Pain -DEATH


Sorry, folks, this is no joke,
if you're looking for laughs
read Ogden Nash.





(This actually was a word association exercise set by my poetry course tutor.I was surprised how it turned out.I must have been having 'one of those days' - it's not meant to be taken seriously) .

Read the full of Word Association Exercise

Cityscape

Obvious rural melancholy sold by Turner, Elgar, Blake
pales into insignificance beside the cityscape.

People seen from buses, sat in the cruel, white light
of the late night launderette or the arcade's dangerous door.

The city's desperate niches radiate despair, they mirror
the pastoral fraud, these poison blossoms here.

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