Poetry

Ritzy

In Mayfair's hushed avenues, the lights do gleam, A ritzy tableau of silk and champagne. Carriages glide past Georgian façades, While jazz spills from a cellar's low hum. Tailored coats and polished brogues Mark the

Loughgall

Loughgall, a quiet place where green hills sigh, Where ancient stone and modern hope entwine. St. Mary’s spire looks down on lane and sty, While whispers of the past still softly twine. The

River

River’s quiet sigh, Silver thread through vale, Carrying whispers of ancient stone, Mirroring sky’s pale veil. It dances over smooth‑worn rocks, Kisses reeds with liquid lace, Reflects the weeping willow’s droop, And holds the moon’s

Scuba

Beneath the sapphire sigh of seas, A diver slips in silent grace, Where kelp forests sway like emerald lace, And coral crowns the quiet deep. The hiss of breath, a steady hum, Bubbles

Brighton & Hove Albion

On the south‑coast where the sea sighs soft, Brighton & Hove Albion takes to the pitch, Seagulls wheeling over the Amex, Their wings a flash of white and blue. From the Championship’s

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