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Childhood Sweethearts

Sickly sweet

Monster poem

Woven deeply with mud and rain The mossy flesh monster howls Dug from the rotten, tight-wound roots With axes and picks and trowels In a halo of steam he reaches and wails

Library Serenade

Love and books

Night Thoughts

1st Love
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Musically Ungifted

Love amongst the ivories
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Love returns

It was your love that rattled his teeth like small stones, shifting in the sea.

Missing

Looking for yourself in someone else
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Message to McQueen

Dear Alexander I never thought to write, Never knew much about you Until you slipped into your wardrobe and out of your life. What did you hope to find in there? But for a wintry death.
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Newborn

For those who have recently had a baby this may ring true.

Photons

When the sun hits the ground There's the feintest sound There are photons splashing carelessley Through the trees And over everyone and me. The birds in the sky Don't wonder why Just fly

To live, to write, to strive... for cherries

A few well placed words And the cherries will come They said. Some grit, a touch, a twist Just follow the rule of thumb They said. So I pulled it out the bag I worked it hard, too hard,

Writer's block

Words is words is words is words Words is hurdles and wing-clipped, poor birds Words is a field with a ramshackle fence Running barbed-wire rings...

Dad's funeral during Covid

Got to the car park of the cemetery The cardboard coffin and my family We walk it in and lay it down Pandemic seating with too much space around A...
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Hello Autumn

Lawnmowers become leafblowers Beaches empty out the kids Spiders haunt internal corners Your naked knees now hid Blossom's but a memory Unveil the...

Not even remotely

Do I miss her? Not even remotely. Her laugh, too loud, would shock the room, A poor-judged word spoken too soon. She left her books in crooked stacks...
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On the bright side (IP)

Woke up late for the job interview, No shower, no breakfast, no time for a brew. The clock sneered ten; I cursed, I ran, But on the bright side, I...
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Gold cherry
Poem of the week

The Speed Of Dark // Eclipse

No clock can measure, no hand can stay, The speed of darkness eats the day. Like Magritte’s sky of feathered night, It swallows sun, eclipses light...
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The Bus Stop (IP)

At Tottenham’s stop in the bright midday sun, Two old dames wait, and the bus hasn't come. One shakes her cane, her patience near snapped, Mutters "...