October Collage Poem: Sacrifice

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People die for what they say - a sacrifice

I would say.

 

Promises unfulfilled in darkrooms

 

my pen massages,

carefully and lovingly

the waiting page.

 

She is everywoman: sacrifice, laughter, death.

 

U kip I kip we all kip

 

running saved her life

she is all giving

 

the painting of the dog, howling

 

she is all-giving, all-taking, ...

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September Collage Poem: Merseyways

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Wonderful woman lost in her mirror,

worn subject of a Swiss dream

cobbled on the back

of the toilet door.

 

Tiny lights

observe their image

fragile; a subtle glance.

 

The river wild, the river loved, the river mild.

History, life, rivalry

my eyes were filled with tears

from the sight

 

to play by Petrarch's rules the Bard foreswore

 

swept...

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August Collage Poem: First Jobs

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Strangled thoughts inside and out,

Lost chances rust in lonely sidings.

 

Tailor driven across hope

buried deep under steelworks

strangled in lies

 

hope made of granite

and reinforced steel.

 

The tosser on the dance floor

Throw him into an IT grave.

Once you get used to something, your

imagination loses its mind, use your

imagination and look at...

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July Collage Poem: 'Grit'

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Blood on flashing dancefloors;

towards the courts of monochrome

our killer slouches home.

 

Time is running out, I'm suddenly aware

and the poetry flows -

and so it goes...

 

The beauty of grit is retrospective.

 

Strawberry juice on chin

swallowed in one breath

over a mis-shaped tattoo

 

Tattoos last longer than love;

ink is the blue kiss of ...

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Options - February Collage poem

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Bardic warriors in the worn tartan

of Christie Cleek declaim

their savage lines:

It's never too late to be early

and catch the wind

 

Taxed to death

Heaven-sent

the mirror whispers a thousand words

we seldom notice

 

Stuffy, smoky stifling atmosphere

of shouting people:

What do they put in our beer?

Stop killing our world -

and don't be late!

...

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January Collage Poem: Beginnings and Exits

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Mothers of sons dream troubled dreams

of blowing leaves and anniversaries.

Give me an energetic brush every time

 

it smells like winter, trees sigh softly

and nature floats my boat. Red and gold

leaves scurry along in the force

 

the pungence of words strong enough

to sting the nostrils, sweet enough

to bless the ears

 

glamour in fleece and recognitio...

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