Tag: Modern Poetry
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Love Comes Too Hard
But It Goes So Easily it’s never easy love never comes too easy then it comes too hard Photo by Karolina Grabowska on Pexels.com
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Vladimir Will Be Putin Hell
Sooner Or Later these war days will end the days of judgement will come and days of justice Shock and horror after Russia’s wave of strikes across Ukraine
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We Are Stardust
We Are Golden when you’re feeling down just look up to the heavens feel part of it all Photo by brenoanp on Pexels.com For World Mental Health Day
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A Season For All Men
Seasons Begin And Seasons End the ending season leaves and seeds and fruit all fall and so will all men Photo by hans middendorp on Pexels.com
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The Moment Of Triumph And Disaster
The Unforgiving Minute all of those things that people want so much the fancy cars the big houses the beautiful women or men, WEVS the money money money the diamonds the yachts (perhaps not) the villa in the sun that is just here, elsewhere the famous friends who are neither here nor there all of…
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I Wish I Was Still Outward Bound
Lessons In Life I Should Have Learned Unearthly early he woke us, not long after midsummer sunrise. I was already awake. It was not home. I could not sleep. Trundling clatter-foot through hard boarded hallways, the little man led us out into the rising mist, along crunchable gravel walkways and into a green feast of…
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A Picture Of A Life Not Lived
He Went Too Fast an old photograph a young man so full of life a life never lived
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The Sexy Scent Of Summer
Jasmine Is More Than A Woman budlets on jasmine promises of perfumed nights summer is coming
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The Days When Poems Come To You
There Is Rhyme And Reason In This Day not every day has poetry not every day has rhyme some days are deadly drudgery some days just wasted time the days when poems come to you the days when poems fly those days the words all work with you those days can take you high on…
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The Magic Of Making Good Things
The Magic Of Making Good Things The workbench was old and dusty and worn, but there was magic in it. It held the magic of making good things. It bore the scars of the battle to create, the gouges and teeth marks, the pocks and scratches and stains and burns made by the making of…
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She Liked Me To Watch Her
She Liked Me To Watch Her There was the watching at the start. When he first saw her, he watched her all the time. When they asked him, later, he said it wasn’t deliberate. He said he didn’t choose to watch her. It was something he couldn’t not do, he said, like breathing. I couldn’t…
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I Have A Strong Sense Of Desperation
I Have A Strong Sense Of Desperation [Warning: this poem contains swearing. Enjoy.] The sun rises. Cold and windless, the day begins. There is food, and T.V. I listen to stories of other people, their mindlessness, their sorrows, great inanities and little joys, how they are freed by work, the worth of their lives. Just…
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The Sound Of Slowly Falling
The Sound Of Slowly Falling night-time in the house alone listening to settlement to the sound of everything slowly falling apart I’m thinking about writing or reading or painting or murder or drinking some more about simple, everyday, destruction about doing something anything but sitting here alone listening to settlement to the sound of me…
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The Protocols For Dying
Death visits regularly on this street. Many of the people you might meet have lived here for a long time, right up until the day they died.
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The Crow Flies Straight At Me
The Crow Flies Straight At Me The crow flies straight at me, up from the right, heading for the window where I stand watching this petty world spin out and down before me. As the bird sails past, it eclipses the sun that gilds the underwings of its slick black feathers, so oiled and polished,…
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The Fact That Every Witch Knows
The Fact That Every Witch Knows What I hate about this place is how the curtains twitch so. The peeking eye, the hidden face, the fact that every witch knows, the things I do, who comes and stays, the way I clean my windows. They lurk in dark, just out of sight, just there behind…
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When You Should Have Said Yes
Too soon, you come to it. The realisation that, at some point, you should have said yes instead of no.
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I Am Such A Solitary Man
This much I have learned of me. I am such a solitary man, and always have been.
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On Top Of Mam Tor
On Top Of Mam Tor On top of Mam Tor a trig point faces all the world, east and west, south and north. Above it turns the biggest sky and the brightest days and the darkest nights. You can see so far, you could see the end of your life. A path from the summit…
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This Is What Love Is Not
This Is What Love Is Not This is what love is not: it is not a bad thing it is not a good thing it is not a given it is not a property it is not a weapon it is not a defence it is not a solution it is not always a problem…
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The Truth Of Christmas Present
The Truth Of Christmas Present Oh, shove it, you peasant. Stick it right up your bum. You call that a present? Well, I call it dumb. It’s not what I wanted, it’s not what I need, it’s not what you promised. It’s something to read. I wanted an iPhone, I wanted some tech, not books,…
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The Abandoned Homes
The Abandoned Homes The lawns are untidy, leaf-littered, bits of toys and garden tools scattered all around. The ground is weedy, seeds of unwanted things still hanging, in need of attention, a thing they cannot find. Windows made opaque by curtains or blinds, or sometimes just dirty sheets nailed up to hide the fact that…
Writing Me Up 