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I would

But your leg is in the way.

These - little - things

we say

Simple, shortcuts, safe.

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It felt like failure and it felt like goodbye,

the close of the car door with girl leaving the boy

and the wind around the corner carried no discharged leaves,

the grey cloud hovered but the sky suspended rain,

with regular momentum the evergreen was shaking

as everything around them remained just the same.

 

But the girl left the boy and the girl walked away,

th...

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It's been such a very few short days

since our last intimate embrace,

Yet I can say with an urgent truth

the thing I've missed most is you.

The strain I've felt in that alien place,

How I've suffered for what I'd to do,

left with an ache I can hardly stomach,

and a pressure too great to tolerate.

The colourful pageantry delighted me,

the music, dancers and cl...

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I hope you didn't see me leave,

and that you're not aware I've gone.

I hope I meant much less to you

than your presence meant to me.

Your pseudo intellectual rants

were scathing, shallow and flawed.

With feeling and enthusiasm

I tried to feed your thoughts,

but your responses made me a fool,

and so I was, to care for you.

Hence your four hundred and seven...

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This poem won’t feed the starving

Or even offer food for thought.

This poem won’t clothe the poor

The material is way too short.

This poem won’t shelter an orphan,

Or provide a cover for a widow line.

This poem won’t end dictatorship,

With one voice speaking one person’s rhymes

This poem won’t bring about world peace

Warfare will neither cease nor decrease.

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The costly forestry boots our kid insisted

Warmed your twisted feet in the afterlife

Didn’t worry me in the slightest;

For you it was never about the price.

 

It wasn’t your trainers which strained my heart,

Or the leather uppers kicking me in the guts,

not the steel toe caps breaking through healed scars.

Or even rubber wellies wading through the tears.

 

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First Edwina Currie came for the eggs,
And I did not protest for I am a chicken.
Then the listeria infiltrated meat pate blunder,
And I did not protest for I was yet too young
To fully appreciate the joy of Melba Toast
Next CJD caused beef’s days to be numbered,
And I did not complain as the prices plummeted,
And it wasn’t only Sundays I enjoyed a roast.
But now they link coli w...

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I googled cougar yesterday, seeking toyboy for women's play; I was surprised with what I saw, ardent boys knocking at my door. When did youth get so sour and cold? Surely cynicism should be for the old. But my worn heart's joyous and jumping; love's so much more than idle humping. It's a laughing, giving swooping feeling, not circumspect of soul revealing, not calculatin...

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Read me a story that's never been told,

show me a lover who'll never grow old.

Bring me flowers that outlive the hours,

touch me with rain from enchanted showers.

Find me a fountain whose silvery spray

falls onto faces then trickles away,

gentle as dew on an infant's first morning,

warm as a rose on which tears are falling.

Stroke my cold cheek with fingers that ...

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Etna re-awakens

The library re-opens

The old guy’s wallet returns

Ant music is having a re-run

And I, I feel removed.

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Take my hand and together let's fly free.

Yield to the pull of the far off mountains

and to the salty smell of the cold sea.

Man made walls can't contain you and me,

this fake enclosure of faint fragile lines;

if I exhale the bricks will quiver and concede,

as you too can choose to freely surrender

and accept a filigree of pale shells as a gift,

give your consent...

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I killed my mother earlier today,

It was Joy who made me do it,

after such heart rending kind renditions,

I felt it would be cathartic.

 

I killed my mother this very morning,

Aiden showed me the way

to finally find an appropriate time

for respect, remorse and goodbye.

 

It was an apt action on Mother's Day,

a suitable show of devotion,

the final ...

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Today your handlebars

were the antlers of a stately stag in rut.

Yesterday they were coathangers,

wires flexing with my clutch.

Some days they are noodles

twitching just beyond my reach,

but today they were proud and poised

leading me on my way.

 

Your pedals today were nonstick pans,

feet floating off each prance,

your pedals are outsized jam lids,

...

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The first boy I kissed was a kind and courteous youth

With a motorbike and leather jacket he came across so smooth.

Our chaste late teenage romance seemed to feel like love

Til I left for study and he found someone else.

The second third and fourth have vanished without trace,

No memory remains; not a name nor a face.

The lips of this young lady always willingly upturned

...

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He had it coming don't you know?

He deserved everything he got.

The bastard shouldn't have done it;

all the way into town I'd had to go.

She'd gone on and on and made a fuss;

to shut her up I got on the bus,

i even took a shopping list;

her sister's coming with the kids.

Just get some of those fancy cakes,

the ones with icing and a cherry on top,

with cre...

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If you are the jumper then I am the wool,

and if you were the wardrobe I'd be the nails.

If I were a lampshade, you'd be the bulb

and if I were a curtain, you'd be the rail.

If my life were a race you'd be the finish line,

or if it was a pumpkin seed you're the sunshine.

If my love were a paperback you'd be on the cover

and if it were a mobile you'd supply the credit...

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I can see chocolate, I can see brie,

cupboards full of possibility.

Crumpets dripping with liquid butter,

hot wok oil and pine nuts splutter,

crispy fat on bacon rashers,

cheese and potatos squelched by masher.

Cushions of creamy mozarella,

chorizo sausage and prawn paella.

My tongue swims in warm saliva

at the mention of braised pigs liver,

my stomach gu...

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The snow made my road look clean,

grey-brown ruts and cracks became pristine,

and the cleansing power of the rain

only restored all the hidden shame

of broken paving slabs patched with tarmac,

crumbling kurb stones and crooked drains,

mismatched roof tiles, weeds in gutters

dog and cat shit now uncovered;

a washed up wonderland rediscovered.

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