12 Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas

Bojo gave to me

Fear of a virus

Spreading rapidly.

On the second day of Christmas

Bojo gave to me

Two metre distance and

Fear of a virus

Spreading rapidly.

On the Third day of Christmas

Bojo gave to me

Hands, face & space,

Two metre distance and

Fear of a virus

Spreading rapidly.

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They married young and grew apart, as people often do.

Future life for both of them will be with someone new.

The problem though, was cash so short

they could not move their home.

Until some savings could be made,

and low cost rents be found.

Circumstance demanded that

the bed must still be shared.

Things were tough, no time for fun,

except for weekend booze.

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Portia knows that life is a pain

just having been out shopping again.

It is a nasty continuous round, of

doing boring things in the kitchen.

Peter comes home from his tedious job.

He cannot help thinking that Portia's a slob.

She's scruffy and tired and, all of the time,

doing boring things in the kitchen.

Portia peels spuds during GMTV

while the window cleaner sees what he ...

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In Wooli east of Grafton town

a wedding was proclaimed.

They came from far and near to see

the bride and groom enchained.

The preacher, he was tall and gaunt,

a character for sure.

He took the best man by the ear

and hurled him to the floor.

Standing in his monkish robe

he glowered down and said.

"Any strife from you my lad,

and you'll be good as dead."

The church it was a mig...

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My mate is dead,

I don't know why.

The cancer got him

and he died

though he was younger by far

than me.

My daughter is a grandma,

but I have not grown up

My son-in-law died.

He was a little older than me.

I did the

'when are you going to die?'

quiz and it said seventy three.

I have thirteen years to

get done what I want.

What age did it have in there

for my mate?

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Andy is a rocking horse

He's made of wood right through of course.

This tree born life is very plain,

There is no room for any brain.

Seductive is the pretty horse.

Its movement takes beguiling course.

The graceful trot goes on and on,

But look for progress. There is none.

Look, behind the smiling face

Lie knotted cells in rigid place.

Andy is a rocking horse.

He's nothing ...

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From Eden to Gethsemane,

and lawn beneath my feet.

The serpentine seducer works on now.

There's knowledge deep inside those plants,

to eat and learn what's bad.

Consuming passion

soaks through the senses,

and anaesthetises awareness

of a disjointed world.

“I was riding my bicycle

when the craft landed.

They took me and did surgery on my knees.”

How are conjoined twins

caused...

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Ali was an agitator.

All around her grew to hate her.

A shrieking, scowling, grim dictator,

she drove quite mad her poor dear Pater

his heart became a palpitator

fluttering, then stopping later.

As Dad went blue, the perpetrator,

horrid Ali, devastator,

switched off his defibrillator.

Ali's Mum then met a waiter,

he loved her and he had to date her.

Sad mistake for Ali's Mater,

Ali ...

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Birth was unexceptional

although exotic.

Happening as it did

in the Far East.

An exuberant early life

attracted many glances

and some comments.

Stripped off

in a few interesting places.

But then greying,

wrinkled, sagging.

Nothing more these days

than a bit of gardening

and occasional walk

to the shops.

Now though,

blotched and fading,

it is the end.

Twenty one.

Good ag...

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I remember

the terrible news from childhood.

Agadir destroyed.

Fifteen thousand dead

in fifteen seconds.

An earthquake

tore the town apart

and consumed it.

So much later

there is no

talk here but

that earthquake,

the heat, and sardines.

Fat, pink travellers

hustled in a smelly souk.

Fifteen thousand ghosts

mingle in the beach bar,

glad they are dead.

A single toothe...

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The Ring Mistress

cracked her whip.

Puffing out her crimson chest,

and with a sweep

of her turquoise tail,

she let out a shrill whistle.

The lion holding back

a small shame of primates

with a chair

was so skilful.

I couldn't believe it

when he put his paw

in the beast's mouth.

They are so well trained.

The troupe

of health and safety inspectors

were very entertaining.

Jumbo...

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How do you get Englishmen

and sometimes Russians too,

to talk of mice and sheep's insides

in words they cannot say.

Just give them a malt whixky

with a screeching piper's tune.

Tell them they are cultured

and speak of Rabbie Burns.

Another glass of whisky

and they're waxing lyrical

with a gallic twang as broad they can

while chomping haggis down.

Another day they all will say

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Winters

Dark, dismal, dreary days.

Short, sharply shivering days

Sleet slaked and sodden days.

Days sad with savage chill.

Days filled with feeling ill.

Days grey and brooding still.

Weak, watered sunlight brief.

Grim trees bereft of leaf

lost to the daylight thief.

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Her in reception, he service,

main dealer life

brings solid living.

Long held dream redeemed.

Honeysuckle cottage,

rose bed rich.

Goodbye dismal council flat,

parent pride

drives moving van.

Loving effort, mighty loan

freshly fitted

lovely home.

Credit died and dealer crashed,

tear stain faces

bailiff's knock.

Dismal, dreary council flat.

Parents, disappointment hid,

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Tear stained,

mould grained

grey, green walls.

Too small for one,

but foetid cage

for three.

Cloud high flat

a piss stink lift

from ground.

Back soon

Fifty yards of

fresh clean air,

fags or maybe bread.

Past the shabby,

shuttered shop

the city centre calls.

Not long

Cash for one pint,

a walk and think..

Hitched rides then

shivered, shelter sleeps.

Growling guts

fr...

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The woman

in teenage goth

was not wearing

her forties well.

Her hard black hair

complemented

the harsh makeup.

Alleging food down her cleavage,

she leant forward

to demand his gaze.

Her loud and ceaseless talking,

interrupted only by

finger sucking,

mock fellatio.

The much younger man

with Elizabethan beard

makes only an

occasional grunt.

Their frequent disappearance...

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Mighty David strode out

and his footsteps settled

across the land.

His challenge roared

over the desert.

“My Father's House

bequeathed by Abraham,

given by God,

reclaims the heritage

of 3,000 years.”

Fractured Philistia was

without a champion

to match David.

From among their

shaken, squabbling number

tiny Goliath came forward.

With his home made slingshot

Goliath grazed

D...

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What happens in the old bore's head?

Dreaming of the old whore's bed?

Enjoying when the old whore moans

to stimulate an old bore's groans.

Are poems in there still unread,

or hungry thoughts as yet unfed?

No, brain cells drowned in cloying wine

and turgid thoughts more coarse than fine.

The shame inside this old bore's head,

a path in life that none should tread.

Though gleaming ...

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What colour is trouble?

How square is a football?

What did you eat for dinner tomorrow?

What is the meaning of life?

Dumbo the pig, flying with Fido the goldfish on her mountain bike muses:

'See how the sun rises each day and travels round the earth.

I am the centre of the universe.

That is the meaning of life.'

Just because you can say something,

doesn't mean it makes sense to sa...

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I marched from Aldermaston.

My teenage rage inflamed by

bomb tests in the air.

MAD was what we fought against

and madness ruled the world.

The milk was full of strontium

and Cuba bristled nukes.

o0-0o

That stronty ninetium

does no good to your tum.

o0-0o

JFK, the poster boy, faced down

the missile threat.

He took the world

right to the edge

while ...

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7,000 animals they said.

6,000 of them jackdaws, mice

and sparrows getting the best

free handout in Cheshire.

800 were people collecting

the rip off entry charge,

begging for donations on top,

selling over priced, crap souvenirs

and peddling junk food.

One was the tiger sleeping

in his shed.

Blinking through his torpor

at the camera flashes

from the milling horde

excited to s...

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The government has claimed

success in its most recent boot amnesty.

Boot mountains have been formed

in police station yards

throughout the country.

Original plans to issue the surrendered boots

to construction workers have been abandoned

due to a shortage of workers since the fourth credit crunch

and concern that the boots may be smuggled

out of the building sites and sold to gang m...

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Three score fucking years are done

so just ten more to go.

The bus pass in my wallet

gets me on the road.

I now get free prescriptions

though there is no need at all,

and my yearly eye test

can be done at home as well.

I get discounts at the theatre,

the zoo and everywhere.

I'm a senior to be presumed

to have no cash to spare.

There is no discount offered

at the brothel or t...

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answering to do.

Penalising the poor

with a phoney tax cut,

locking people up

without charge,

bottling out

of an election.

Resign, or face

the electorate now.

God you've got some

answering to do.

Drowning Burma

and leaving

blood soaked Generals living.

Screwing your intelligent design

with head joined twins.

Belching volcanoes onto Chileans.

Resign, or fa...

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The blackened stumps

of sad neglect

stare out from cracked

and shrunken lips.

A hoarse request

for change, is inaudible

above the noise

of the traffic.

The sad smile

and extended hand

tell of her need.

Watery eyes match

the spot of spittle

hanging in the corner

of a mouth,

slack and weak.

Alone among

a million people.

Hungry 'mid

the rotting food.

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JESUS! What is this all about?

Just cost and family rows.

Useless presents, tasteless tat,

shops so full of crowds.

A decorated pine tree

and a fat, old man in red.

A dry and tasteless turkey,

and crawling, drunk to bed.

The stable was for donkeys.

That's how it should have stayed.

Three wierdos with their trinkets

were best sent on their way.

For some it's saturnalia.

It's s...

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There was a girl form Camden Town

came down to Leicester Square.

She set herself a target to

find her fortune there.

A sleazy chap moved up to her

and this is what he said.

"A girl like you could do real well

down here in the West End."

The girl replied "you slimy creep

I did not come for hire

I set myself to find a life

away from slum land mire."

"A very sound and worthy ch...

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Bearing Mohammed, the kufr ape

spreads sedition in school.

Seducing children

from the way of the righteous.

Toying with the offspring of the faithful.

Tempting their small minds from the true path.

Surely this is wickedness.

Bear faced lies confuse the youth

about our glorious dictatorship.

The name of the prophet bears down

on the flayed backs of the ladies

before our sweet sha...

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The street is lined with pretty girls,

in micro skirts and cheeky curls.

They look at every passing car.

Bobbing and peering.

Behind them lurk their pimping men.

Waiting 'til they've scored, and then,

seizing all their paltry gains.

Far from endearing.

Suited men in lavish cars,

cruise around by seedy bars.

Eying up each girl in turn.

Drooling and leering.

He cranes his h...

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I shuffle through the brown and crispened leaves.

I gaze at newly naked boughs above.

I shudder in the biting eastern wind.

I pine for summer days that we so love.

You point to lightest gold and burnished red.

You show me leaf buds, tightly closed for spring.

You lead me past the shrubs, still full in bloom.

You fill me with great hope that time will bring.

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Between winding flow and waving blade

the muddy track along the riverside

peters out to become dense thicket

of nettles and thistles.

With tingling legs and thoughts of clothing

more suitable than shorts

I wave and cry hello to purple haired ladies

gliding past in the MV Conway Castle.

Pleasant Pheasant runs ahead,

turning and looking at me.

Seeing me onto the right path

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