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Author:

smiffy

 
Pen name:
smiffy
Location:
Shuttleworth, Lancashire
Name:
Bill Smith
My site:
http://
Bio:
55 yr's old with three children,started writing poetry 10 years ago, then began reading poetry and now have a collection of around 300 books, favourite poets include Simon Armitage, Roger McGough, Billy Collins.
Enjoy foreign cinema,favourite films include Lives of Others, Tell No One, John De Floret, guilty pleasure, chick flicks.
Musical taste runs from Soul music to Indie,with a passion for Northen Soul which is music from small independent labels in the US from the 60's, often quite rare with prices for really rare records reaching the high hundreds.
Love country walking, enjoy a pint of real ale especially after a good walk.
 
 
 
My Reponses
 
Date Title Content
Three Hours In Heaven Three Hours In Heaven I‘ve thought of...
We'll Ignore That Part They’re back, one of the rites of...
not a poem, general observation Hi , after reading the poems and replies I...
Lamplight You always had illusions of grandeur A fake...
When the Rhyming Stops Tramp, pimp officer in blue Luckless baby...
Playing With Perspective (the implant theory) No really, my first thought was poor...
Canterbury Jack If you have never been there you...
Grass Cutting in a Vienna Park An old man remembers as a child seeing...
Waggle Dance A half eaten dumbbell cob of corn...
Inventing Paradise She hears of things never seen from...
Something Inside Please excuse the poetic licence even old...
Rainbows End With time the light of memory dims to...
Bleached White and Beautiful He painted a you I never knew Bleached...
Reminders I’ll hold my hand up to being one of...
Where it All Fades It’s where it all fades Southport...
All's Not Well in the Doll's House All’s not well in the doll’s...
Something 40ish The day the east wind snatched his black...
Marlon Brando Clones Some believe to be the part You have to...
We Always Thought We always thought they would come back....
Ventoux His eyes rest on rust But his heart...
Death of an Old Romantic Ten years adrift on the ebb and flow Some...
Damn that Freckled Skin Her name rests in my palm A stroke, and...
A Drink with Sylvia Simms Hot sand crawls under his weight He...
Lesson One Cradled in her lap Mute,lies her first...
Four Doors She lies half awake restless He...
The Dream Pile For her every morning is the morning...
Aiming for the Obvious Contemplating the final outcome Aware...
Blue Tiles She lives under a cloud of broken...
Cold Indifference Any thoughts on the last line most...
Edward Edward trudged off angrily His yellow fur...
How Swift How swift my fall from angel to invisible...
That was Us As is my want to fly by the seat of my pants...
Unconcerned Unconcerned No one bats an eyelid All...
Distant I feel you on a beach Distant Trying to...
Shadows Shadows You can take into account the...
Lonely Dancer Lonely Dancer She moves to a...
Shutdown Naive to think that love could bring...
She She knew they were coming Torches burning...
 

 

 

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