Tag: Poems
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Fame At Last
Maybe Infamy Many thanks to the very wonderful Freya Picard at Pure Haiku for selecting some of my poetry for this competition. I’ve never had any of my work showcased like this before. I like it!
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Blinking Blanking
Cursive Writing slow blinking cursor nothing at all comes to mind low cursing thinker Photo by Mizuno K on Pexels.com
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Good Words And Bad Words
Ordinary Words all the words we use the good ones and the bad ones few say what we mean Photo by Oladimeji Ajegbile on Pexels.com
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June In Spain
Happy Birthday To A Lovely Lady I have an aunt who lives in Spain, in Nerja, where it rarely rains. She lives there in the warming sun and even now she has her fun with naughty daughter Suzy D and friends and other family. She was a peach when she was young, is pretty still…
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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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Out With The Old And In With The New
old twenty one has been and gone lets drink a toast together to welcome in young twenty two and hope that it’s much better
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You Never Listen To Me
You Never Listen To Me whenever I speak you never listen to me and that speaks volumes
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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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Leaves and Birds And Beads Of Pearls
Leaves and Birds And Beads Of Pearls Leaves wear beads of pearls Blackbirds fly in dark silence Days are lightening
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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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Oh Jesus Not Christmas Again
Oh Jesus Not Christmas Again Oh help me Jesus. Why did you do this to us? Why give us Christmas?
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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…
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Incompatible Is Just One Word
Incompatible Is Just One Word so many problems a single word describes them incompatible
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The Difficulty With Love
The Difficulty With Love The difficulty with love is the word love. I can’t tell you how much I love my brothers. I can’t tell you, because I can’t tell them. It’s not how we work. Love is not a word we have in common. We meet, we eat, we drink. We talk, though we…
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The Caught Jester
The Caught Jester This country has been belittled, made smaller by microbes, the small men who misrule us. The prime amongst them, the caught jester, has lied so many times: to his wives and mistresses; to his poor children, acknowledged and otherwise; to his party, about his parties; to parliament, about the primacy of parliament;…
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Little Green Shoots
Little Green Shoots first month of winter little green shoots grow and show the first signs of spring
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The Terraced House
The Terraced House It was up a hill but a step down from the place we had called home. It was all my mother could afford after they split the money. A terrace, not a semi, with two bedrooms instead of four, a pokey living room and a kitchen like an ice cave. The back…
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Back There
Back There hurrying away rushing to get to somewhere that isn’t back there huffing and puffing and not taking time to see the world as I pass through it just rushing on and on and on and away like an old madman I used to know (perhaps that was me) (perhaps that is me) it…
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A Shroud Of Clouds
A Shroud Of Clouds blanketing the sky clouds like a grey, tattered shroud swaddle the cold earth
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A Street Lamp Flickers
A Street Lamp Flickers A street lamp flickers into light. Another night begins. There is silence, a dull quiet, a lack of sound, and it fills my ears. The steam whistle of tinnitus begins to boil my brain. It isolates and brings solitude, even in company, even when other sounds, people, traffic, television, loud and…
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A Lidded Vase
A Lidded Vase It is just there. A lidded vase, blue and white, unsigned, unmarked and unbranded, hand made, hand painted, and unremarkable. It fits into my hand as if measured and created for that purpose. It has the right weight, that good heft of something meaningful, a sovereign’s orb for a common man. With…
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Writing Me Up 