ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURES

By the Urban Poet

Are lives influenced by the weather?

Mood, behaviour, pursuits of pleasure

Motivated by sun, rain and cloud

All factors as we examine together:

The incessant obsession with forecasts

Meteorology, the stars, or aliens from Mars

It's as if people won't step outside

Or they hide until convinced they won't die

In a storm or accident...

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ANECDOTAL ATTRIBUTES 

By the Urban Poet

A fair exchange is no robbery

There’s no excuse for snobbery

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth

A chocolate fire guard is of no use

    He’s no use nor ornament 

Two slices short of a loaf

If she had brains she’d be dangerous

But could make you as warm as toast

    As deaf as a door post

As blind as a bat

Two short ...

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YOU DONT FOOL ME

By the Urban Poet

Your pearly smile and gentleman's grip

The way you drink things sip by sip

The educated standing in all you do

But none of it covers up the real you

We can always count on a shady manoeuvre 

Before you give your seal of approval 

It's as if you don't trust anyone at all

If you ever did then I don't recall 

The ...

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THE SCIMITAR

By the Urban Poet

In dead of night he slowly weaves

through ginnels murky with rotting leaves

Unhurried gait becomes steady now

Then the pace increases as he cuts through town like a knife through butter

Inebriated vagrant lying in the gutter

A mysterious figure very much alive

but it's as if a poltergeist is passing by

Every nook and cranny, wall and r...

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THE BUILDERS YARD 

By the Urban Poet

An eerie, icy builders yard

tools, equipment and materials

do forlornly lie 

A barrow with a squeaky

wonky wheel

Caked with cement

bruised with grit

  Planks of un-plained

knotted wood rest

amidst rusted terracotta

scaffolding clamps

A thousand screws and nails

some misshapen, aged

extracted, used,

deemed useless

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2051 A SPACE ODDITY

By the Urban Poet

Gas-like mist rolls over the gritty dunes

and strange shaped, granite like rocks 

Multi coloured clouds form like plumes

of smoke spreading across the eerie plain

Periods of extreme quiet give way to what would seem like peels of distant thunder

accompanied by a gentle surface tremor

As if playing out a sinister rhythmic sequence

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WHO IS THIS PLEASE?

By the Urban Poet 

Forty more years with nothing to show

Only fragmented memories to join together 

The past behind so just go with the flow

Keep it safe, don’t push it, can’t live forever

Who is this please?

In this cellophane dream?

Is it you, or is it me?

Promise me that I’ll soon be free

From a hazy world I can barely see

Who is th...

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