Old honest mirror of rage in hollow darkness

Echoes, echoes of truth vibrating in unison,

Safe soft echoes

Ben Hur burst through the door

Of the high class restaurant in his

Chariot of obscurity

Covered in dust, some of the books died

In the silence during lockdown

The great book escape

Observe her hardened humanity.

Taxman swimming through the forgotte...

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Magpie flaps to the tune of Nature’s injustice

The poet strives for another success another year

Sunday wakens, bedraggled and woebegone

Coronation Street anthem drawls its falsehoods

Upbeat parental ending yields to great grimness

Wild West Yorkshire runs with bullet blood

Words find new hope in an army of perplexing forms

Goddess pours like erotic iron on the breathless...

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Lonely windows for the imaginary friend

The unicorn lost his way with the geography teacher

One mind with but two disparate thoughts.

Imaginary friends have feelings too.

I only exist when you think about me

What was it the geography teacher did?

A true friend knows life returns

Am I real or a figment of my imagination?

Ming vase found the small way...

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Aches like an August sky with a lipstick smile
Tangled at sunset in crimson skies
Despicable creatures run and hide in shadows

Drowned rats find worry in their shadows
Running across drenched summits
Footsteps lined up in haiku beats

The crystal glass of the past life
A wedding present in the charity shop
I see the other me, before she turns the corner.

It wasn't me!

Sacred threa...

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If you don't know you won't know
and if you don't know that, then what do you know apart from that
according to you I am not me

An eightball car without wheels but with music
In the shadows of the city, the philosopher killed his bride
I knew the bride before she got wed he shrieked
and she smashed the DJ over the head with a bottle of 16th century single malt whiskey
Mr Motorist in red a...

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Change rooms, change behaviour, change times.
Change partners, change parents, change poetic style.

The diary under my bed reveals truth but I still ebb away before your eyes
From the shadows she whispered,
Power proliferates, changing buses, changing lives,
Running away from somebody else’s husband

Profiteroles? I love profiteroles said Chaucer but I can't spell it.

Asking myself wha...

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