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Poetry with friends’ laughter never ends

A place where the dish ran away with the spoon

A poem was read from the moon

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall,

Until the Germans demolished it.

Time came to a standstill and the

Mouse ran up the clock,

Twinkle Twinkle they are stars

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By Gary, in the Poetry workshop

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It came to pass that every Thursday morn,

Strange men arrive at the wall of worth,

It is a tall dark place where

The word of the poets gather to write about the world,

Or do they? There is a darker side of these men,

Not the words of men but the hand of the ice maiden Lisbeth,

No blood runs through her veins

Only ice. We shout let her go

But the key’s master Alison has her

Locked in the wall of Walworth.

We will let the ice maiden go.

The strange men will help her

Shout let her go.

 

 

By Gary, in the Thursday morning poetry class.

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Creative Writing: Homeless in Camberwell

A horrible incident where my best friend suddenly shared jealousy of a mutual friend and I (all females), and our subsequent “making up” this morning led me to think about the homeless, and how (some) of their lives could be transformed if they, too, had a “best friend” to give them non-judgmental support like I have (mostly).

I am not saying I would have sunk to the level of actually being homeless, had my best friend not fully apologised and professed her love for me all over again.

It certainly straightened my spine, but also caused me to look around at the … Read More »

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Peter’s Corner: Thoughts About Thinking

I have always thought I am a good thinker, and have a small
replica of the sculpture called The Thinker by Rodin from
someone who also thought I was a good thinker.

But I have always thought I think too much, and too many
thoughts can cause confusion.

I thought I would try meditation,but found that it was not a form
of thinking, but a way of getting away from thinking. Having said
that, I believe Descartes when he said “I think, therefore I am”, so
you must always be thinking even if you don’t think you are thinking.

But I could not stop thinking and be still, so … Read More »

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