Class
You cannot tell class
By the clothes that you wear
The elite people that you meet
Or money bought flair.
You cannot tell class
By driving a fast car
The luxury of world travels
Or eating like a Tzar.
Class is not a pecuniary
Item bought from a shop
It does not descend from a
Hierarchy that trade it at the top.
Class is something special
In fact it is quite rare
But if you search inwardly
It arises somewhere there.
Class might not seem special at first
As a gemstone necklace on display
But class is not Freud fashioned
Not class no way.
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Some Have
Some have brought to Britain the cold
From other continents and made it into gold
Some have been shattered into colours
And formed their own patterns
Some have taken wing
And gone back to the sun
Child Abuse
There is a deafening pain in their silence
As the day limps by
And the night spoils the sky
While children are being abused
And they can't think why.
A Passing By
Dangerously your blue green eyes
rocked me and drowned me
and set me adrift.
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Dull Clouds
The gale blew dull clouds
Everywhere in the sky
In the high street everyone
Had their own dismal cloud
Such clouds are more a part of them
Then their own shadows.
White Coat
Where the ice had broken up
Lay a woolly white seal pup
Culled was its oval glossy head
That was cracked like the shell of an egg
And pretty fur covered the culler's life.
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