James Hart

(21.06.53 / Grappenhall, Cheshire)

Poems of James Hart

1. £50 10/9/2009
2. …2 in the bush 6/12/2012
3. 2 Soldiers, BANG, DEAD 3/9/2009
4. 4 feet 3/23/2014
5. 57 6/21/2010
6. 60 8/4/2012
7. 60th! 6/18/2013
8. 70 9/29/2012
9. A Misticism Manuual 4/18/2009
10. A bevy of Revs. 7/10/2009
11. A carol for 2009 12/22/2009
12. A Cradle Song 5/16/2012
13. A eulogy for Anna 4/16/2009
14. A Grace for Harvst Supper 10/8/2010
15. A LA RECHERCHE DU TEMPS PERDU 3/9/2009
16. A limerick for George on his baptism 5/8/2009
17. A limerick for Lenny and Beraldine 10/23/2010
18. A limerick for Margarita 8/13/2009
19. A Loo limerick 4/19/2010
20. A poem for Andrew 3/9/2009

cities

No dirt, no graffiti, no shouting
This city is proud of its museums and eating
It cries not over its wartime past
And in the World Cup is shown to be fast
It now leads Europe under Angela Merkel
Behind her we feel we can begin to gel

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