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occasional poems: A Selection From The Past Til Now

By: Alan Marston
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Occasional Poems is a collection of my poetry from across the years. I have been writing poetry and prose since the early 1980s. So, if you like the weird and wonderful, surreal or spiritual, romantic or dystopian, relaxing or disturbing, pretentious or profound, feel free to dive in and try one of my collections. Who knows, you might like one or two poems. You might even think a couple are quite good.

A little bit about me now. I currently live in sunny Poole, in Dorset, but grew up in Hampshire’s Dibden Purlieu, on the edge of the New Forest. But I have nomadic tendencies and have since lived throughout the Middle East, as well as other parts of Asia, SE Asia, and North Africa. I’m a lover of Arab and Indian culture, and also a lover of hot climes and even hotter, spicy food, though not a lover of cold weather or cold people. Now I'm well into my fifth decade on planet earth, yet still wondering what I'll do with my life when I grow up.

Here's a sample of what's in-store:

‘’Seance‘’


See them gather

Around the table of power

To call upon forces

That neglect the hour.


Revealed to be lies

We can but try

To understand the demons

That lurk close by.


As if in a seance

Communicating through trance

Open to all options

Except a last chance.


Desperately needed

Another direction

To take a hand

To pull us out

To lead us out

And find a way.


To reject the spectre

That still lingers and decays.

(by A. Marston)

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