Richard George

Rookie (June 1,1965 / Cheltenham, U.K.)

Richard George Poems

161. The Portent Laboratory 11/13/2008
162. Baedeker: Balkhash 12/7/2008
163. From Experience 12/7/2008
164. To An Inept Suitor 4/16/2009
165. First Harbingers 4/16/2009
166. Bible Dust 4/16/2009
167. A Private View 9/21/2009
168. Aardvarks On The Moon 9/22/2009
169. Ghost Girls 9/23/2009
170. Innominata 9/24/2009
171. 366 Days Later 9/25/2009
172. Grafham,1983 9/25/2009
173. Therapist 9/26/2009
174. Astronomy In Autumn 9/26/2009
175. Youth Hostelling 9/28/2009
176. To An Unrequiter (After Belloc) 9/28/2009
177. The Revenge Of The Australian Postage Stamp 9/29/2009
178. Painted Delilah 9/30/2009
179. Ossonhe 3/5/2010
180. Aging Together 3/5/2010
181. Unidexter 4/16/2005
182. Reporter 4/20/2005
183. His Last Trip To London 6/15/2005
184. Small Solace 6/15/2005
185. The Meteorology Of Loss 6/17/2005
186. Bereavement 8/27/2005
187. Freud's Nightmare 11/16/2006
188. Dr. Schweinsteiger's Heartache Remedy 7/1/2007
189. Louis Wain: Catavaggio 7/1/2007
190. Testaments Apart 7/19/2007
191. The Lodestone 3/24/2011

Comments about Richard George

  • dr.joachim.ruf@web.de (6/29/2018 12:15:00 PM)

    Please would you tell me in which book is your poem “ The mermaid of... “ is published. Thank you.

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  • Joachim Ruf (6/29/2018 10:54:00 AM)

    I want to know more about the author Richard George. Thanks

  • Pradeep Dhavakumar (5/1/2005 1:27:00 AM)

    Your poems are very good.I enjoyed most of them.Thanks for sharing.And Keep writing.

  • ***** ***** (4/19/2005 4:35:00 PM)

    You are delivering some very nice work at the moment Richard, well done and keep posting, Sxx

  • ***** ***** (4/15/2005 5:39:00 PM)

    Your poetry is really touching, but so sad, so final.. I hope everything is okay with you, Sx

Best Poem of Richard George

The Amniotic Briny

Glaucous eye of Homer
inscrutable, then turquoise shoaled
violet, wink of the wisp,
down the man-mountain she draws
me, slow of step, rapt in her procession.

Her breath is on my face
as I barefoot hard shingle.
Returning, all are returning who gaze
into milky luminescence and the grey
lanes between continents, where the meagre glides.
I long to be inside her.

But you can't swim. Remember?
You sank, a fist of resolution.
When her white thighs closed round your head
your ears screamed 'Death! '
and you clutched horizons.

When I see ...

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The Amniotic Briny

Glaucous eye of Homer
inscrutable, then turquoise shoaled
violet, wink of the wisp,
down the man-mountain she draws
me, slow of step, rapt in her procession.

Her breath is on my face
as I barefoot hard shingle.
Returning, all are returning who gaze

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