Poems by Nicko

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  • Cradled within his weary arms
    Her crumpled bones askew...

  • Annie (2)

    Every day she would sit by the gate waiting for...
    We could see her from our kitchen window...

  • Belting down Arundel road in Mid Canterbury
    Lined with macrocarpa hedges, sheep and dry...

  • Bigot (7) 1

    A closed door will only ever reflect
    Forlorn light shining upon peeling paint...

  • Hovering featherless over Blandswood
    Pere Punga...

  • Well I woke up in the nite
    Feeling well, lustful...

  • Flickering flame
    Naked in its beauty...

  • Joy
    Ecstasy...

  • Flower (6)

    My heart, not merely a tempestuous thing
    Nor inarticulate of rhythm...

  • Closing my eye's, I see her
    A tranquil vision...

  • Bespoken by angels
    Remembrenth...

  • Her routine was just the same day in day out
    At 8.30am on the dot she would emerge...