ann parks

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City: England London now Birmingham
Hobby: writing knitting
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Ann Parks commented on Frank Hornby .'s poem, A Winters tale... on Aug 14, 2021 at 11:30pm.
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Ann Parks commented on Frank Hornby .'s poem, Let it be.... on Aug 14, 2021 at 12:24am.
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Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 12, 2020 at 1:22pm :
Hi Ann...I can't find your message...sorry...☹️

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A time traveller'...

poem by ann parks

I land silent, unseen in the peasant crowd from Bocking and Fobbing with their brave demands they meet the young King who agrees to their terms but Watt Tyler is killed and then the young King goes back on his word makin... Read more

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The Evidence no.2

poem by ann parks

Velvet pansies baby tigers did we design them? we did not! Sparkling snowfall on the kerbstone in the night time Starling flocks. Double rainbows puppies dreaming do we deserve them? maybe not! Fluffy coot chicks on th... Read more

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Strong Women

poem by ann parks

The chickens have come home to roost The lid is off Pandora's box The men in power who long abused no longer have their hiding place. The world has turned The worm has turned Every wrongful arrest every tax fraud , every sex cr... Read more

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The Sixties

poem by ann parks

Quilted nylon dressing gown - pink,melted hem quilted nylon anorak - stained, threads hanging. Soggy paper straw as I drank my school milk from the little glass bottle from the huge metal crate in the school corridor. I ... Read more

Creativity

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Stilletto Blues

poem by ann parks

Click clack click clack Like Hank I walk the floor Tick tock tick tock I really do abhor this useless staring at your chair oh how I ache to see you there but must not peep near where you are for reason shouts "he went too far... Read more

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Winter

poem by ann parks

Black lace shawl branches the sky behind them white. Yesterday at dusk a swansong of colour carnivalled in the sky: pink blue gold and orange for precious minutes only then suddenly all gone. Dark by four yet with that a... Read more

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The Photos

poem by ann parks

Today my job was to put photos in albums. Why they were lying precariously in boxes and not put in albums years ago I couldn't tell you dear reader. "Oh well just get on with it " I thought....... my feelings were neutral at this... Read more

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In the wee small ...

poem by ann parks

In the wee small hours at last time to myself time to learn , to think to try to write a poem. My room is small all my stuff is crammed in but this is not my home its the home of my brother recently deceased who we tried t... Read more

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For Barbara Winds...

poem by ann parks

I haven't been pondrin here for maybe a year looking at my poems some full of sadness some full of cheer then suddenly in the screen corner a message popped up: we have lost dear Barbara! Barbara, Barbara beautiful clever ... Read more

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The Square Doughn...

poem by ann parks

I was always a square doughnut never felt I fitted in not posh enough for grammar school friends not common enough to mix at work. I was always lonely from five to fifty always an oddity if people said they knew me I did no... Read more

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On New Years Day

poem by ann parks

Last year was one of the best Had work, made friends, cleared debts. Today is New Years Day I stayed in and watched Ben Hur and a Bio on the Beatles. I felt I deserved a rest as I've worked hard last year...... but inside feel ... Read more

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A boy and his Col...

poem by ann parks

You were the boy walking past with your Collie I hoped I would see you (in your purple and black jacket) and usually did. In our twenties we dated such close happy moments my folks ultimatum they would not accept you it all... Read more

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Olde England

poem by ann parks

I sit on a bus on a grey afternoon in a place in the Midlands with a Saxon name passing scrubby heathland: "The Nature Trail". Did blonde Saxon warriors with round shields and axes and garnet red finery right in front of my... Read more

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Questions

poem by ann parks

OK clever clogs! Are we alone in this universe - a sheer accident or God's masterpiece? And if an accident was it God's mistake anyway? So does that mistake make God fallible? But does God exist anyway? Do ghosts sit weeping on ... Read more

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DNA

poem by ann parks

It's DNA that fascinates me ! Not why it's there but its manifestation: a family of redheads get on the bus from grandma to baby all are one. My mole on my neck in the same place as the one on my grandma's neck. My father told... Read more

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Time Portraits

poem by ann parks

I was young and in Paris sitting on a coach. Suddenly I saw a majestic bride ascending into church the gentle rippling of her dress train like milk flowing upwards upon the steps. This footage you too may have seen... Read more

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Fiona

poem by ann parks

OOOOH Fiona If only I could fly to America to Cinncinnati to your Zoo...... Fiona the adorable the prem baby hippo I don't do much now and tend to witness life rather than live it: but finding you on the internet has m... Read more

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KEEP GOING!!

poem by ann parks

NOTE TO SELF: KEEP GOING! no money no job keep going friends few prospects bleak keep going keep going...... Forget suicide how dare you think on it! Remember survivors starved and brutalised whose beloved families ... Read more

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Is it really?

poem by ann parks

Is it really two years since I last went to work and held back my tongue and took the abuse and hoped it would work out but this never happened : Is it really two years since I last had a job? Is it really two years since ... Read more

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Home Made!

poem by ann parks

Home made! Butterscotch or blankets cakes or christening robes nothing could be better for a mind that feels creates. Every little detail a choice made by a bride : the joy of celebrating love with a unique wedding dress. ... Read more

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In Sepia Land

poem by ann parks

On my laptop I summon the dead..... I watch fascinated a Sepia Land. From satanic dark mills in clogs and shawls laughing lasses rush home at last to read the pencil letters sent from brothers sat in trenches the horrors... Read more

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Eventually

poem by ann parks

I will learn to love myself fully - eventually. We will understand how alike we all are and cease the hatred - eventually. I might understand what I now suspect that my life is no accident and no man is my master - eventually. ... Read more

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Favourite Things

poem by ann parks

Some like raindrops on roses some like whiskers on kittens I like watching a golden custard as it thickens slowly in the pan, my patience rewarded. A glittering river on a sunny day. The sound of seagulls waking you in your ... Read more

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Colours

poem by ann parks

Crystal jewel jellies, colours to eat red shiny patent to wear on my feet blue yellow Iris so graceful and tall dark green geometrics on the rug in my hall the pure sparkling white of a wedding veil mercury like haemotite pray ... Read more

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Perfection no. 1

poem by ann parks

Lemon chrysanthemums in a jug on my table like magical tutus in the theatre lights Little Richard screaming , pleading, playing with outrageous hair and beautiful soul. My mystical ring of emerald and diamond why did nature hid... Read more

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Yes I can!

poem by ann parks

There are so many things I cannot do: I'm scared to drive scared to swim I made a mess of half my life but here is what I'm gonna do: I may not inherit great grandma's genes: she died in the sixties but had news clips of... Read more

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TO CHLOE

poem by ann parks

Chloe I can only imagine how your grandad felt carrying your small white coffin in his strong shaking arms. Please sweet darling never forget it was he who named you Chloe Louise. When you were born I knitted for you and e... Read more

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AMERICAN ENCOUNTER

poem by ann parks

I watch the news from USA and cry you know? and cry a young black man can't breathe a young black man shot dead but guess what? If the divine force loves variety of creation then who are we to argue and say which of his crea... Read more

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Another precious ...

poem by ann parks

Minkel Mankel Krinkel Crankel bored with words bored with news news crews never go back after to find out how they are today. Dinkel Dankel Zinkel Zankel no new words for me to say aching joints and fading memories are t... Read more

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Bella!

poem by ann parks

Bella! Bella! heard me shouting down the phoneline yesterday. "her ears are up she's looking for you" Paul my friend delighted says. Bella Bella clever doggy markings like a badger's face a stick too long you valiantly car... Read more

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THE FANTASY DINN...

poem by ann parks

Yeah right who'd you invite ? to a nice evening meal with someone you feel was worth meeting there from history - to share what makes them tick and who makes them sick you'd have to agree this is real history. I know who t... Read more