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Paul Welbourn

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Recent poems

  • 26 Oct 2014

    F-Bomb

    Friday night air, fusty with frisky pheromones,
    A pandemic fever advances city wide.
    The crowd

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  • 13 Aug 2013
    2

    Alcohol Abused

    Trapped alone in a darkened mind,
    A deep shadow invades her face,
    An innocent tortured by

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  • 21 Jul 2013
    1

    Blood, Sweat, Hills (A Sestina)

    The tour opens on our stage, our terrain.
    Each fresh scene to inspire the one who leads
    To

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  • 21 Jul 2013
    13

    Stopping the Traffic

    I have stood too many hours, right here,
    Weighing up reasons against and for
    An action that you

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  • 21 Jul 2013
    2

    The Early Birds

    Won’t someone tell them its 4am?
    I’m woken again by the sound of them.

    They perch on the wall

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  • 20 Jul 2013
    14

    Mind The Gap

    Sitting alone watching the tube trains roll
    Up to the bustling platform, It arrives.
    Lights from

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