Poetry
Monsters, Inc.
Monsters, Inc. – A London‑lingual Ode In the glass‑laden, bass‑drummed heart of the city’s night, A factory stands, lamps flick‑flicking bright. Not a steel‑clad armour of industry— But a cosy workshop of the frightful‑kind. The
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The Deer Hunter In the mist‑laden moor where oaks grow tall, The hunter slips beneath the summer bower, A silhouette against the evening pall, His breath alight with the crisp night’s sower. On
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The Quiet Leach In the hum of a Yorkshire spring‑cockle, Black loam gleams beneath a speckled heap, A thin‑rim glass of rain is set to creep, And will its silvery tongue through earth aspire.
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The Third Man In the grey‑lit alleys of post‑war Vienna, the city still reeks of steam‑clouded nights, Max and Harry linger in a shared apartment, their shadows long as they chase the lingering tide
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Paper Moon In the hush of a rain‑slick London evening, a child’s crayon‑smudged moon rises— white paper folded with trembling fingers, glimmering with a silver hope that refuses to fall. It hangs, a quiet defiant
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