Leon Stelmach Author

Let them talk, we the  lovers Star struck, moon mad; What know we, or care, Of creed or colour.   Let them talk, of we the lovers All the long day and night. The gossips dare not cry desist Nor have they the right.   Let them talk, of we the lovers. Who are they … Read more ……

Peace comes not free, The cost is humility. Peace has a price, The price is suffering Peace has a value, Only recognised in its absence Peace can be measured, It is the moments between conflicts. Peace is a gift, Given by those who love Peace is fragile, Break it at your peril Peace is it … Read more ……

Maggie was a widow wife Who lived a good and frugal life, She had just one besetting sin It was an evening glass of gin. Indulgence in this nightly tot The only extravagance she sought. Bombay the only brand she bought Her budget stretched, more than it ought. One stormy Sunday night it’s true Her … Read more ……

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