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June 2024 Collage Poem: Under a Crystal Moon
Landing craft, full of movement and sound
under the just-boiled moon
We walk the walk and the guardian angel
will always be there.
The crazy people had a lifestyle to change
by choosing a good wash.
Taxi! Follow that moon!
I’m sorry my lights aren’t working.
Fear not my friend is here The Angler Fish
He lives in a hovel surrounded by woodland
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Friday 14th June 2024 9:07 am
May 2024 Collage Poem: Windows on the World
Gibbons in Fakenham time the trains to Sandy Balls
Dwellers in the summer going somewhere where
the dead watch the living
Dark, dusky silhouettes looming over us
Tight-lipped art revealed thru’
miraculously unbroken spectacles
Pass the chocolate Limes
These are the everyday resurections
the family blessedly released from the collision
the one you th...
Sunday 12th May 2024 12:35 pm
March 2024 Collage Poem: Footnotes in History
Intense embarrassment, gutted love
The fatal attraction of King George’s ruby letters
proved all too much
The accordion follows the footsteps
of the footnotes of history
up the stairs to the heavy door
Evidence washed ashore, dissonance not delight
and whisperings of the dead
estuary water floods over the road – wet feet walk
I Beech tree is a pedant...
Sunday 17th March 2024 5:12 pm
February 2024 Collage Poem: Strange Notes
Proud cufflinks punch drunken bees
fires of furniture at number 92
a sword of death a copper kettle
tick tock tick tock and the
glory of untamed flowers
who love to dance.
United in flames, the music bringing you
together, footnotes in history
Winnie the Pooh is still dancing
motes of morning light on the edge
of a life show doilies and discounted cake...
Friday 9th February 2024 9:40 am
January 2024 Collage Poem: New Lines
Still on the theme of fast trains
And eternal eagles
Welcome to the nasty party
Mutiny is in the making
Easter eggs crush the Christmas decorations
in the days of the New Year. But where
is the hidden message – the missing girl.
OCD rascals play havoc with my pegs
In the blowy greyness we can say anything is true
Window wind is it forever lost?
Blown bl...
Friday 12th January 2024 9:56 am
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