Max Gatrell Poems

Thoughts That Thwart My Sleep

Anon the leaves shall line the floor,
A mottle of uncertainty.
Nearer to winter it seems I am,
Farewell to happy seasons.... more »

Advertising Angst

I’d like to tip the band wagon of this irksome trend,
The advent of the hackneyed scribbler urging us to spend,
By using poetry to pander renders it terrene,
Profusion of these awful adverts aggravates my spleen,... more »

The Lamentation Of Doray

And as Doray began to speak,
A tear appeared upon his cheek,
His emerald eyes could not contain,
Those drops that fell like acid rain.... more »

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