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  • The Famous Five

    What time is the steam train due  Harry looked at Toad  Dunno  But you must know as you wear glasses  Ten past one  How do you know that Gopher  It is written in the stars  What are you doing Sidney Richard Gonk  Looking at the daisies There are so many today  It has snowed you moron  […]

  • The Famous Five

    I am currently writing a poem About the Famous Five I plan to publish it in the future Which means that you Will never read my poem

  • Photographs of the Future

    I have a studio near the canal bridge I am a self taught photographer Who specialises in photographs of the future I have yet to open my studio

  • Old Photographs

    When looking at old photographs I frequently consider The time that has passed If I had a choice I would only take Photographs of the Future

  • Snow

    I adore walking along Snowy railway platforms Late in the evening Because I can clearly See my past

  • Lost Time

    People often ask me why I walk backwards That is an easy question to answer As lost time can never be recovered

  • The Miracles of Time

    A war is taking place only hours from here But I cannot hear this conflict I am unlikely to ever hear the roars of guns Or the scream of the huge missiles As they pulverise cities and towns Many say that this is because of the distances involved But I choose to see this as […]

  • New Year Poem

    I had been asked to write a poem For the New Year by Marcus Martin of Macclesfield I asked him what type of poem would he would like Fuck It it is your choice Joe write whatever you want This troubled me as I knew that little would change Wars would continue as insanely as […]

  • Dover

    What is past is present What is present is past The End of England Has a railway station I am there at present Waiting for a train That has already departed Valerie is travelling with me She always travels with me During her Week of Wonders

  • Week of Wonders

    This is like it used to be When we all rested And the town was light A common sense holiday Between the slipping years