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Poems by mark bradshaw, by newest first

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  • Key to his Disgrace
    The ribbon on the typewriter was wearing really thin
    The crumpled paper growing to slowly fill the bin
    by mark bradshaw 63 lines, 1 comment, on Aug 1 10:11 AM
  • Private Investigation ( Part Two )
    His car stood still and silent
    Parked adjacent to the curb
    by mark bradshaw 52 lines, on Jul 30 5:00 PM
  • Three Years
    It was three years, since she had seen him
    Or felt his warm embrace
    by mark bradshaw 36 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 27 4:03 PM
  • New Start
    Jonathan hadn't planned for this
    It was nothing on his scope
    by mark bradshaw 34 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 24 7:57 PM
  • Home
    The saplings i have planted
    Would form a forest deep
    by mark bradshaw 33 lines, on Jul 22 6:22 PM
  • Late Post ( The Ball )
    The post was late that morning
    She met him at the door
    by mark bradshaw 48 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 21 7:13 PM
  • Nights Reality
    Nights hooded shroud welcomes me now
    My wooded bed, born from the bough
    by mark bradshaw 34 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 18 9:36 PM
  • Shadows
    I wake to leven skies this morn
    Pockets bare, shoes now worn
    by mark bradshaw 24 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 17 3:24 PM
  • Final Chapter
    At ten past three that Friday
    The sky was turned to rust
    by mark bradshaw 40 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 16 2:52 PM
  • The Track
    The day had started badly
    Rain pounded on the roof
    by mark bradshaw 34 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 14 7:19 PM
  • His, Last Journey
    Just seconds now till take off
    He settled in his seat
    by mark bradshaw 79 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 14 5:33 AM
  • Three Score Years
    I have used up fifty of my gift
    Of three score years and ten
    by mark bradshaw 57 lines, on Jul 12 6:06 PM
  • Gone fishing
    The crew were all exhausted
    From the efforts of the day
    by mark bradshaw 39 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 11 8:42 PM
  • Final Push
    In life he'd been a carpenter
    Till the letter through his door
    by mark bradshaw 50 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 10 5:54 AM
  • Private Investigation
    He snuffed out his cigarette
    With fingers numbed by time
    by mark bradshaw 51 lines, on Jul 8 7:00 PM
  • The Temple
    They came across the temple
    On the third day of their trip
    by mark bradshaw 46 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 8 2:26 PM
  • Fathers
    I remember looking up to him
    With childish arms held on high
    by mark bradshaw 40 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 6 2:25 PM
  • Thieving Politicians
    now see these politicians,
    caught with noses in the trough,
    by mark bradshaw 41 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 5 7:08 PM
  • Somewhere in the distance
    Then somewhere in the distance,
    They spot a candle light,
    by mark bradshaw 32 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 5 5:45 PM
  • The Old Farmhouse
    The old farm house deserted
    Then derelict over time
    by mark bradshaw 25 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 5 11:23 AM
  • Father To Son
    My son you are a clone of me,
    Same voice, same hands, same face,
    by mark bradshaw 21 lines, 4 comments, on Jul 5 10:18 AM
  • His Old Car
    by mark bradshaw 32 lines, 3 comments, on Jul 5 8:59 AM
  • The Tunnel
    The train tunnel lay empty
    As it had for many years
    by mark bradshaw 37 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 4 8:31 PM
  • Teen Chat?
    Mandy didn't go straight home
    That Friday after school
    by mark bradshaw 37 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 4 2:25 PM
  • Distant Hillside
    On a dim and distant hillside
    Stands a castle tall and stout
    by mark bradshaw 64 lines, 3 comments, on Jul 4 4:45 AM
  • The Thirteenth Floor
    Susie wasn't thinking
    When she switched off her phone
    by mark bradshaw 66 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 3 6:28 PM
  • The Marsh
    Then huddled close within their hut,
    A storm brewing, dark and harsh,
    by mark bradshaw 33 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 3 2:10 PM
  • Drive
    George didn't go to work
    That Wednesday afternoon
    by mark bradshaw 26 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 3 7:39 AM
  • The Doldrums
    The night was thick and muggy
    No breeze to furl the sail
    by mark bradshaw 53 lines, on Jul 3 6:45 AM
  • Forest Edge
    A shrill sound awoke her,
    In the midst of the night,
    by mark bradshaw 29 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 3 5:44 AM
  • Secret Garden
    The garden, long deserted
    Had returned to natures care
    by mark bradshaw 40 lines, 5 comments, on Jul 2 6:54 PM
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