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As an Ex
(Poetry)
1-09-2004
by Louise Chapman
Chrissy Walsh’s girlfriend,
Now what a role to fill,
I knew we’d be at one, one day,
For years, and further still.
‘How come?’ I hear you asking,
‘And who came on to who?’
We laugh and say politely
‘Your sources are untrue.’
Throughout...
Battle of the Fruits (Ode to Fruit)
(Poetry)
1-09-2004
by Louise Chapman
The grape, why does he have no pie?
No crumble, no jam – we must ask why.
‘Moet et Chandon’ his place remaining,
But still his musty taste is waning.
The grapes are quite a fruitful bunch,
Drink liquidized in any lunch,
But still, a pie-less...
Biddle - unfortunately dreamt
(Poetry)
1-09-2004
by Louise Chapman
I dreamt we walked across an ashen beach,
The brittle moonlight gleamed through ragged mist,
You slipped ahead, though not beyond my reach.
Glanced back and touched my cheek. We never kissed.
Then waking in a warm, yet vacant bed,
As...
Painting!
(Poetry)
1-09-2004
by Louise Chapman
Each person is an artist,
Of song, of paint, of word,
But nothing can compare,
To an artist; undeterred.
The sheer juxtaposition,
The paintbrush in fifth gear,
One sweep across the canvas,
A masterpiece is near.
His palette tells a story,...
Picasso's Life
(Poetry)
1-09-2004
by Louise Chapman
The dawn of 1881,
A revolution had begun,
But did they know their son to-be,
Would make it into history?
At San Telmo he taught his art,
With passion from his autumn heart,
And as with time his talent grew,
His name became a parvenu....
Regina VS Mitchell
(Poetry)
1-09-2004
by Louise Chapman
Alone, I walk into the crowed room
As heads do turn, I fluster with remorse,
This court case culminating in my doom,
What’s destined for is soon to take its course.
Each question asked does feed upon my shame,
As piercing eyes condemn me for...
When Bids Decides to Leave Me....
(Poetry)
1-09-2004
by Louise Chapman
Bids decides to leave me,
Imagine how I feel,
Discarded like a rotten sock,
Or moulding apple peel.
By Jove was it impromptu,
‘Dear God’, I said in awe,
See Biddle never told me,
His going was for sure.
I sobbed that night in anger,...
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