Our Cargo Party: Sorry Folks Away Now until the 14th December

Our Cargo Party: Sorry Folks Away Now until the 14th December: Hope you have enjoyed the poems; we will resume again in 6 days. Best wishes to you all.

Katherine

We dream of justice, defeated, tossed away, images of a love resistant, do we think of Solomon, who never sought that reign, what were we thinking of, will our insolence, our keeled remains, enslave and imprison us, calendars we’ve only one, it stays on a single page, shows how far we’ve come, uncertain questions, lie unborn every day, none of them unscripted, cigarettes smoked and gone, try to have our say, love frittered on our sons, is this our saving gain ?.

Irene

The ice cold Diva, makes no sense to me, when she sings Ave Maria, face tragic as your bones, a poem helps me sleep, source what you have shown, the love you gave to rivers, to seamen and Cafe's, stunned you made us shiver, your laugh is for dreamers, like sunshine on the breeze, yet hard as coquina, in circumstances of our own, can we ever make history, when each morning’s disowned, no one lives Scot free, or owns their own scene, praying only for Bollinger, your soul flies released.

Juanita

Don’t talk to me and pause, give one of those sighs, I've heard these tales before, this is my home now, not your own interesting life, God you’re so slow, while you made good causes, I was barely alive, all your conditional clauses, Recife, Manous, a church door, Is this where you expect to die, you want me to follow, here’s what I won’t, despite the way you cried, who needed comfort, sun kissed beaches skin glow bars, boys, such easy delights, I always stayed below, praying for a tide.

Hermoine

When love is a clumsy dare, three missed trains, makes my face solemn , red is a wonderful flare, that love should stay, instead of being forgotten, lines going nowhere, the drink I splashed away, nights of ached for care, play them like a solitaire , I’ll never change, always pay at dealing, on the cafe' square, trees in the cold rain, cigarette smoke catches, my mother at her worst, rushes me through each day, that I should be someone, It's better my way.

Graunia

Old men who want women, eat calf’s liver and greens, something clings to them, the coming night groans, a wind hushed chill seizes, skin that clings to bones, worried they appear timid, by the city's muffled seethe, their desires know no limit, say they’ll make their ladies glow, bestow love every evening, bars are their road show, cognac turns their breath bitter, doubt what talk has gleaned, all a disco ball glitter, beneath their boasts, they know what Goya’s seen, richer, older,a softer pillow, wine, bread, falling leaves.

Graunia

Men who want women, eat calf’s liver and greens, something clings to them, the coming night groans, a wind hushed chill seizes, skin that clings to bones, worried they appear timid, by the city's muffled seethe, their desires know no limit, say they’ll make their ladies glow, show love every evening, bars are their road show, cognac turns their breath bitter, they doubt what love has gleaned, a silver disco ball glitter, beneath their moans, know what Goya’s seen, richer, older, a soft pillow, wine, bread, falling leaves.