I'm a student and general layabout from the UK, living in the rural county of Norfolk. I occasionally write, both poetry and prose, mainly to keep me sane. It sometimes works. Anyway, please do read my stuff and let me know what you think.
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George Price Poems
The Man Without the Window
There's a man without the window Wrapped in cold and thin. Why not throw open the doors And let the stranger in?
The Lost Lover
She hit paradise That night. Dark diamond ghosts Glittering silver as they pranced
A Boy in Philosophy
A head of scruffy hairs Strays looping and grouping uneasily Over glasses loops, and, unawares, Catching his words in snares.
What is this world, this silence? The cracked paint on flaking walls The still spiders clutching to the beams.
Death of an Empire; at Khartoum
The death in the desert is dying again And the soldier in red is still falling. A thousand wild dervishes whirl round, insane, Outnumbering all but the fallen.
I'll Make it Through Tomorrow
I do the Drudgery of life, Make notes, Yawn,
Across The Valley
Somewhere 'cross the stormy valley Through the darkness, through the rain There's a girl who cares, who doesn't think me a pain There's someone out there in the rain.
Sonnet on Tears
Tears fall on shoulders and cracks in eyelids As I stand and watch you smiling so hard. Weeping at happiness, as I tell fibs To my naive self, my chest burning barred
A Changing Mood
Oh mankind be not happy Do not let smiles tear The fabric of self For Hell tastes twice as bad
To All Those Faces...
To all those faces I have loved Or held so far or near Forgetfulness is but a lie We tell to keep away our fear.
Sonnet on R
I saw you sitting at a bar last night, Sipping drinks, laughing softly as you do, And not looking up, not seeing me write Of your smiling eyes, your dress so blue,
On a Busker in Norwich
Across the street There's a girl in blue With shining eyes And hands that do
At first it's just a beer in hand, Land anchoring tight our legs As we drink and laugh And the air fills with smoke of fags.
You’re sad tonight In the darkness Far away from me and my dreams You’re lonely
Comments about George Price
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
The Man Without the Window
There's a man without the window
Wrapped in cold and thin.
Why not throw open the doors
And let the stranger in?
Why isolate the weirdo
Who, without his threadbare coat
Is no different from you
In your deep and darkened moat.
So welcome in the stranger
Call him friend again
Let the world come in as equals
And our equality no class maim.