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Between 2011 and 2017, I poured my heart and soul into a collection of free verse poems that sat forgotten in a file on my computer for years. They are deeply personal, and I never imagined sharing them until my professor at Bath Spa University, Gerard Woodward - an award-winning British poet and fiction writer - encouraged me to publish them.       

One night, over dinner and drinks, a fellow writer and friend agreed with my professor and urged me to share my poems with people from diverse backgrounds. After weeks of contemplation, I took the leap. The response was overwhelming, with readers urging me to publish my work.

With the support of my team, I brought my two collections to life: Stop & Listen, Volume One, Poems 2011-2013, and Volume Two, Poems 2014-2017.

I am forever grateful for their help, and I hope you will enjoy reading the poems from my collections. 

I would much appreciate your comment.

Thank you in advance.

Best regards,

Georgios

On days like this, I air dry
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On days like this, I air dry

    on days like this, I air dry   it’s a hot day outside I come out of the shower            with my hangover still hanging on me like a bad smell.    drops of water drip from my body do...

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Awake
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Awake

every time he sits at his desk a question comes to his mind like a charging bleeding bull what to write again what to say to him what to say to them     what to say to you.   and he thinks to ...

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747
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747

the day is drizzly with rain I sit in a fully loaded Boeingtaxiing to the airstripfor takeoff. I sit in the middleby the windowby the wingby a woman with a fat chin. rouged faces inperfumed uniforms...

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Keep breathing
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Keep breathing

pollution ignores bordersjustice suffers from glaucoma logic hangs upside down on a slack rope swinging to the way the wind blowsegotism swaggers along the streets like a four-star general   hypocrisy...

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Lady rum
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Lady rum

I stand in the middle of a large living roomthe lights are dimmeda disco ball castsdisco light on the wallsandI am high on Lady Rumsubdued by herI like it I allow itcomfortable numbnessbegins to come ...

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Writer’s block
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Writer’s block

I gaze at a white paperand the paper gazes back at mewe’ve been at it for some time now the paper and I. I’ve done so much gazingmy pupils are turning whiteif that was a gazing contestI’d surely win ...

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Looking at the twilight
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Looking at the twilight

is this how it works? so easy so simpleso silent. her knees bentand down she went  on the groundnext to a small gateand in her yellow dressshe began shuddering. her eyes turned backher lips turned ...

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