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In Dock
never heard her weep out loud before
hard to believe she loves me so much
they called her in for this one last time
no kisses allowed or a hint of a touch
lonely years and empty days before that
vision of blue eyes and short red dress,
the night fate put me on the right path
ending years of drift and its futile mess
takes a lot to kill love but I did my best
pu...
Tuesday 27th July 2021 10:16 am
Masks And Whiskers
half-dead they do linger
machines tinkle and purr
medics swathed in plastic
distressed humans a-stir
beneath ICU wards and
amid odd cavities galore
smaller fauna breathes
distant the muffled roar
who considers the mice?
they live in hospital too
a big enough challenge
without this virus stew
if you listened carefully
on dozing wards at night
...Sunday 24th January 2021 1:06 pm
Sick Santa
social distancing scorned
masks impede his beard
visor scares the reindeer
spooking as he steered
medics shave his whiskers
off with red festive attire
reindeer pining for Santa
cough softly at their byre
tube down Santa's chimney
no more season's greetings
in a coma Christmas begets
few hale or hearty meetings
drones take Santa's place
icy pla...
Friday 25th December 2020 10:31 am
Needles Under The Tree
History will wash its hands of 2020
Wuhan bats and disposable masks,
Just another year in human annals
Fodder for future historians' tasks
Who'd have thought it a year ago?
A holocaust of innocent old dears
Lockdowns and social distancing
I always felt it would end in Tiers
Hand gel and hissing ventilators
Dodgy oxygen levels all the rage,
Vulnerable citizen...
Saturday 21st November 2020 11:21 am
What Became Of That Poor Girl?
Nothing could stop what we did
Alchemy dictates its conclusion,
Tangled in an urgent chemistry
Physically desperate for fusion
What became of that poor girl?
Hiding those scars on her wrist
Bruises like plates on her back
Her lips in pain when we kissed
A freshers' conference is wild
Or used to be in olden times
Before masks and distancing
And other anti-...
Tuesday 22nd September 2020 11:06 am
Glory
Giant girders bent and burnt and
Crushed fire engines daunt the
Halls of the museum at Albany N.Y. the
Monumental fossils of
9/11 but what will be the
Bones of war with small fry that
Flew poker-faced into the side of our souls?
After the cover-ups and cock-ups and shifty politics and
Constructive euthanasia and
Plastic heroes what
Glorious moraine can grinding folly ...
Friday 29th May 2020 12:25 pm
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