Oran Bailey

Kings of the Deep – A Sonnet Previous poem The sky was bruised because of winter’s kiss,hid lives fitted for the depths of the sea:A place where I am alone and in bliss(it is only in death when I am freed.) The wheel has turne…

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Day 3 of posting poems to connect with #WritingCommunity

This was one of the earliest pieces I had done even though it's last and had many minor tweaks. The echoes of this were around 2016/17 where this photo was taken in Brighton.

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14.) A Weary Wave, Live From The Central Throne “Newton” The greatest that rise must now also fade.Ambition, unfettered, whose pace now slows;chained now, this city of a thousand trades—a place where only unemployment grows. My ink b…

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Day 2 of posting poems to connect with #WritingCommunity #Poets #poetry

During my research, I found that inequality in the regions is actually as much cultural as it is economic and the latter feeds into the former.

7.) Yet Another Derivation of Ozymandias Dear beloved sweetheart bastard, I’ve gone.    A brutal tomb of shadow will soon claimmy form, carrion to be feasted on   by trees of glass at which we will exclaim: “You were great Ozy…

Each day I'm going to post one of said sonnets and I love to connect with poets and read your works!

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Birmingham Poetry Project So if you want to know what this project is, you should read this first. Contents Part 1: The City of a Thousand Trades Prologue: Home Is In A Hall of Memory 1.) Forward! To The City of a Thousand …

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Years ago, one of the projects I undertook was to do exploration of my birth city of Birmingham. Some of the work I do cringe at but it was the best I could do at the time!

The structure was formed around the celebration of the sonnet... (2/3)

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I'm a poet who is aiming for what the Birmingham School of artists aimed for "a quest for the essential, the quiddity of what is observed". The purest essences of us as people. Lofty, true. Achieved? Not even close. (1/3)