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dust on her heart
cob-webbed her soul
weak eyes a toll of the hearts she stole
is she happy
counting the scalps?
yet mostly she scaled molehills, not Alps
easy meat, she
saw me coming
smile so sweet that chic chatter numbing
beauty's cool but
not forever
her sheen soon broke free of its tether
snug in wrinkles
a crown of wigs
her neck's...
Wednesday 20th October 2021 11:00 am
Blind Date
a scarecrow screams
wood pigeons rise
they can't believe their beady eyes
across the fields
he stiffly strides
years of east winds in his sides
its love he lacks
he's getting old
he wants to come in from the cold
there was a cry
one of his own,
from miles away over walls of stone
what will she think?
is he her type?
imagines her framed ...
Saturday 9th October 2021 10:47 am
Descent
roped together
on a cliff wall
keep going for there's doom should we stall
momentum counts
never look down
you look enchanting in your wedding gown
hope for no rain
dry grips better
black granite's awkward when its wetter
below is what
we left behind
up there who knows what we'll find?
the air is rare
birds swoop and cry
into ragged fea...
Wednesday 6th October 2021 11:32 am
Seaboard
days come and go
no stopping them
like leaves that wither on the stem
yellow they drop
no longer free
now mere atoms in eternity
we watch them fall
with them we go
flotsam on that tidal flow
a wave that climbs
into the sky
going none knows where or why
washing the stars
bathing black holes
dousing galaxies like blazing coals
is ...
Saturday 11th September 2021 11:01 am
Eighty
at rest at last
she sees no light
finally gave up without a fight
left no partner
or one to mourn
her destiny beneath stone and lawn
how did she live
for eighty years
yet leave behind a dearth of tears?
or is there life
beyond this vale
that gives a meaning to her tale?
maybe she got
her just dessert
to make up for a life of hurt
...
Wednesday 8th September 2021 10:49 am
Room For One More
the church bell tolls
empty the hearse
I can't forget her final curse
sods fill the grave
I hear her words
in the elms shriek angry birds
they've all gone now
it starts to snow
her spirit just wont let me go
I rarely sleep
my life is tough
they didn't bury her deep enough
ten years go by
her plot's run wild
today's the funeral of our ch...
Monday 6th September 2021 10:54 am
Perpendicular
across the road she crouches and mopes
I can imagine us both in all sorts of capers
her dead husband's crane collapsed, the
tragic story splashed in all the daily papers
the width of a street yet a yawning gap
behind her the glow of a widow at night
my crane gleams in the moonlight clear
no metal fatigue affects its noble height
airborne pokes my rude steeple, a b...
Sunday 11th July 2021 11:10 am
Mistletoe In The Cellar
conceived in a cellar, of
a Tommy home on leave,
mother waving mistletoe,
shortly she would grieve
official dad inert upstairs
exempt due to his arches,
Tommy back to trenches
bullets or forced marches
killed in action in the mud
in my blood's a war hero,
official dad a profiteer,
moral fibre less than zero
the duality in mistletoe,
fertile of ...
Sunday 6th December 2020 11:31 am
NHS Reform
As Homo Sapiens crushed the
Neanderthals so robots have got our
Measure its a matter of time before the
Take-over then no more humans
No death those endless crude
Diseases a
Historical blip and naturally
No health means no NHS
Imagine the savings!
Just an on/off switch where the
Mouth was no
Stone Age ventilators or
Expensive buggering about in
Intensive care...
Wednesday 3rd June 2020 10:54 am
Taking Stock
Lock-down's the best thing that
Ever happened to me.
No more mad commutes or
Pen-pushing, watching the clock
Among people I hate.
Out of the
Mindless hurly-burly with its
Endless fugues of anxiety I'm free
To take stock and
Think about my life
The humdrum marriage
Malevolent in-laws
A defunct love-life
Three ungrateful kids
The money I squandered
A...
Friday 8th May 2020 11:19 am
Out Of The Backwoods
He'd killed mountain lions and elks
Survived years of snow and ice in the hills
Made a living by trapping and fishing
Yet somehow managed to pay his bills
He died in his bed like a sister of mercy
As we all do, he softly ran out of breath
We'd all imagined him facing a violent end
Some gruesome and horrible death
Down from the mountains he came one spring
Unabl...
Sunday 19th April 2020 1:15 pm
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