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Beaches & Phones
Dearest Lyonesse It is late summer now and the days are becoming deeper Our beach hours are becoming less frequent Yet the East Kent light is even more perfect Than I am ever sourced to imagine In the coming months the beach Will wear its austere winter’s coat And the romance of this summer Will […]
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The Braintree Incident
On the evening of the 23rd of October 1958 At Braintree Station in Essex A very alarming event Was overheard on the loudspeakers A woman’s scream Stop it Jack you are hurting me Then another scream And then the sound of somebody falling on to a wooden floor The strange thing is that despite extensive […]
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Joe Fucks the World (Part One)
What is like to be a poet Joe I am not a poet God is a poet And he shares his talent with me People think that you Live above your station That is impossible As my town Does not have a station It has never had a station That is not a serious answer […]
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Nordic
This idea is we are Nordics I am you are we all are As we have produced All the things that make civilisation The Sciences The Arts We have built huge cities With buildings that touch the sky I do not really understand Tomas Neither do I but he has a vision A vision that […]
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Shadow Violets Remember Me
The Shadow Fathers have returned I was not there to witness their return A posy was left in remembrance On an empty beach under a white sun Shadow Violets Remember Me
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Respiro
I can feel the shallowness Of your relaxed breath As I sleep on your shoulder We have shared our smooth pearls
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Zanussi
When I was at college I was invited to crew a yacht I jumped at the opportunity but it was an experience That totally changed my life and me as a person We had been island hopping for about a week When we ran into a terrific storm The yacht was overwhelmed and I was […]
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Gilbert et Gilbertine
Why are you perfecting your karate On my rulers Gilbertine Because I have run out of friends My dear brother
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Nu du matin
Nu du matin Jane Nu du matin Will When I awoke Jane was not in our bed The cat was nowhere to be seen I lay back and felt the humid air Drift across our pale blue room I thought of calling this poem The Dog Days of Summer But future events Would change my […]
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Christ in the Suburbs
Many people are waiting For the return of Jesus Christ But ask yourself this question Is he already amongst us Think about this Is he the quiet chap on the 08:34 Who stares out of the window As he lets his coffee cool Or is he one half of the couple Who live in the […]