P&C Poetry

Cards (56)

  • that's my last duchess painted on the wall
    MLD
  • notice neptune taming a seahorse though in all rarity
    MLD
  • i gave commands then all smiles stopped all together
    MLD
  • king of kings/ look on my works ye mighty and despair
    Ozymandias
  • boundless and bare the lone and level sands stretch far away
    Ozymandias
  • sneer of cold command
    Ozymandias
  • a shattered visage lies

    Ozymandias
  • in every cry of every man, in every infant's cry of fear, in every voice, in every ban
    London
  • in every voice, in every ban, the mind-forged manacles i hear

    London
  • marks of weakness, marks of woe
    London
  • every blackening church appalls

    London
  • runs in blood down palace walls
    London
  • a little boat tied to a willow tree
    The Prelude
  • a huge peak, black and huge
    The Prelude
  • the horizon's ultmost boundary; far above was nothing but the stars and the grey sky

    The Prelude
  • there hung a darkness, call it solitude or blank desertion
    The Prelude
  • cannon to the right of them, cannon to the left of them, cannon in front of them

    Charge of the light brigade
  • honour the light brigade, the noble six hundred
    Charge of the light brigade
  • into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell
    Charge of the light brigade
  • our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us

    Exposure
  • sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence
    Exposure
  • all their eyes are ice
    Exposure
  • but nothing happens

    Exposure
  • sink walls in rock and roof them with good slate
    Storm on the Island
  • spits like a tame cat turned savage
    Storm on the Island
  • space is a salvo/ we are bombarded by the empty air
    Storm on the Island
  • strange it is a huge nothing that we fear
    Storm on the Island
  • suddenly he awoke and was running raw
    Bayonet Charge
  • king, honour, human dignity, etcetera- dropped like luxuries
    Bayonet Charge
  • probably armed possibly not

    Remains
  • his blood-shadow stays on the street
    Remains
  • and the drink and the drugs won't flush him out
    Remains
  • not left for dead in some distant, sun-sunned, sand-smothered land / or six-feet-under in desert sand
    Remains
  • his bloody life in my bloody hands

    Remains
  • in his darkroom he is finally alone
    War Photographer
  • spools of suffering set out in ordered rows
    War Photographer
  • running children in nightmare heat
    War Photographer
  • a half-formed ghost
    War Photographer
  • a hundred agonies in black and white
    War Photographer
  • what was paid by credit card might fly our lives like paper kites
    Tissue