Tag Archives: Stephen Toogood

Eulogy

And if I were to die you would own my identity Publish my bad poems and memorialise my Facebook page You would talk only about my extremes and fabricate my achievements rare You would leave out my ordinary If I … Continue reading

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Plastic Nation

Bedroom bravery won’t make it outside Dead ends hit harder, there’s no alibi You’re in space It’s not like they showed on TV Heroes and aliens just can’t cut a scene Mother, I’m calling you out Types and attributes have … Continue reading

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The Man Who Stole All the Flowers

No white lilies for this grave For the new lovers the stalks are pruned Cleaned Thoughtfully saved Perhaps a flower of crimson for mystery Or passionate red Though not one honest white lily For me Thorns only instead Stephen Toogood … Continue reading

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