Poetry
The Big Lebowski
The Dude, the Dunket and the Dust‑bowl of an American Dream In a distant outer‑suburban strip of Nebraska the old composer of expectation – the Dude – sits on a battered arm‑chair, under
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Room In the hush of a living‑room, the light spills softer than a blushing dawn, through drapes that sigh like old trees. A rug of Persian threads, a gentle thrum, holds the noise of mornings
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A Platoon on the Edge In the hush of the third field‑green dawn, the twenty‑four lads stand shoulder to shoulder, their boots freshly scoured off old gravel, ready for the gasp of the next
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The Iron Giant In a loft above little Grimsby’s soot‑laden square, a child named Hogarth finds a rumoured tin‑beast, an iron‑clad ghost with a heart beating like a drum, wise‑speaking steel that would have
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The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (A Sonnet in Western Colours) In the dusty lanes of a sun‑burnt frontier town, A lawman’s silhouette crossed the wooden rail, While gossip swirled like
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