Poetry
Sumac
Sumac In the quiet garden, beneath the oaks, the sumac bend, a slender, coppery sweep, where dust of golden wax alights the dirt, and every leaf holds a promise of warm spice. It grows in
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The Great Dictator In the cobbled lanes of old Blighty, where the hum of trams rattles like tinsel, a tyrant O’Gobble’s coat of velvet green drifts through the market, a defiant sheen. Rising
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The Shining Beneath the frosted veil of winter’s breath the Overlook looms, A grand, ivy‑clad ruin sat on a platform of white, Its windows a faceted crown of coloured silence, A cage for nothing
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Fiery In the quiet glow of the night‑time hearth, a spark – a flick – a wild flash of colour breaks the hush, and the air tastes of cinnamon. It breathes, a
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Mid‑night in the shadows of the Vichy‑era town, Where cobblestones whisper secrets in the hushed, pale glow, A rag‑tag band marches, their boots echo loud, Ink‑scarred heroes, the daring Inglourious Basterds. They stitch their
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