Tag: Wordpress poems
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A Passive Aggressive Relationship
Friends With Arguable Benefits passive and aggressive a description of them both though one would argue
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The Greatest Gift Of All
Learning To Love Yourself Out in the green Derbyshire hills a ginger man sees in another year. Just like me, he has seen many, and, like me again, too few have been happy. He has a fine family, and fine love from his wife, from his children, from their children, from other people, even from…
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Not Always On My Mind
I Sometimes Think Of Other Things I’m so over you You’re not always on my mind Not for hours, sometimes
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How To Save Money On Fuel
Drive A Prancing Horse silly rich people are amusing and stupid more funny than sense Derby driver crashes new Ferrari straight after buying it
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Menu Planning For The Big Birds
Easy Pickings For Flying Things raptor flies over checking out all the new nests for chickling dinner
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Madmen Are Crazy For Power
There Will Be Another when all this is over when this madman’s gone when we begin to repair the evil he has done there will come another there will be someone just as crazed for power as this evil one we must all remember when the ballots come every crazy terror was voted for by…
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Putin Fools The World Again
Shame On Us he has fooled us too many times he will fool us all again the people that he fooled the worst are the fools who let him in
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Nobody Knows You Like You Do
I Care For Myself Alone spring snow is falling alone in a quiet house mindful of myself The Five Rules for Self-Care
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I Seem To Be Falling Apart
How Do You Know If You’re Broken? there is a tremor something is falling apart I may be broken
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The Cold Kiss Of Snow After Sunshine
The Season Is Teasing snow in the springtime a frosty slap in the face a cold hearted kiss Photo by Tobi on Pexels.com
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A Day When Nothing Mattered
A Cold Grey Day In A Cold Grey World such an empty day full of nothing that matters empty of feeling
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Au Revoir To Auld Reekie
Farewell To The Fairest City Thank you and goodbye Though I will see you again Dear old Edinburgh
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My New Friend Is A City
You Can Love A Place Like A Person Some called her Embra, Edina, or Auld Reekie. I call her a friend. The Lonely Planet Edinburgh
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The Great Joy Of Getting Lost
Everything New Is Around The Next Corner I have never walked down this street before, and this pavement beats my feet, and then it beats some more. All at once I spy, several stories high, something new that I have never ever seen before. This is so not the street where I live. These great…
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The Freedom Of The City
They’ll Never Take My Freedom a new old city new to me, old to the world old freedoms renewed Forever Edinburgh
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Free At Last To Travel Fast
Living Unlocked Is Like Living Anew a travelling day on a train from here to there a freedom much missed Visit Scotland
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A Host Of Golden Daffodils
What Are Words Worth? Under lonely clouds, Wandering, I find treasures. Golden daffodils.
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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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Latter Days Are Faster Days
Spring Equinox Comes Round Again Quarter of a year Come, done and gone already Latter days fly by
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Spring Is In The Air
Birds Are Busy Building Things Bird box for blue tits A frenzy of nest building Spring is in the air
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Sing To The Glory Of Spring
These Are The Days You Remember blue spring morning sky warm golden sun shining bright good to be alive
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They Must Have Justice
The Warmongers Must Not Win each night we see them their cities bombed and burned out buildings and people bleeding and war torn living and dying on screen people just like you women and children the unborn and the elders slaughtered together watching them die, the U.N., in security, counsels inaction these are evil crimes…
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The Conflicted Joy Of This Moment
Treasure These Small Things the wind blows warm from the west the first seeds of the season are sown worms writhe in frost-crumbed soil a robin sings above my head buds burst like a billion hopes yellow daffodils stand proud blue sky shows through passing clouds golden sunlight heats my bare skin there is the…
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These People In My Head
They Tell Me I’m A LIttle Mad All these crazy people running through my head, making such a babble, all the things they’ve said, stopping me from thinking, taking all my words, what is it they’re wanting? Why are they all here? I close my eyes to seeing and cover up my ears, but still…
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As Good As It Will Ever Be
Tied Up And Down And Out It’s late again. I’m home again, alone again, and again, in these dark hours, with a light beer in my hand, I look around this cold little room in this old little house, and I wonder, is this all I should expect? Is this as good as it will…
Writing Me Up 