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My Barefoot Companion
About halfway between Sandgate and Hythe You walked on to the beach Without your sandals I asked why You said that you were interested In the density Of the pebbles Between tides High and Low
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Tinderbox
My wife was sitting on a wooden seat Next to the Royal Military Canal She was wearing a white shirt And dove grey cotton slacks How cool she looked I knew that underneath She was wearing white underwear In a couple of hours we would be in our room At the Imperial Hotel sipping ice […]
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Fuck the Metro
I was on the Metro in Athens travelling to a meeting To my right was a woman reading a cheap magazine We were oblivious to each other as travellers often are An inspector of tickets suddenly appeared behind us I showed him my short term ticket without a word But I had a feeling that […]
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Summer in September
This is a walk that I might Have taken weeks ago Although the trees are turning The heat is the equal Of a high summers day The colours are soft Bright and pastel rich And a sense of happiness Can be tasted in the gentle air Nothing is rushed everything seems calm Yet the leaves […]
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Hythe in Colour
It was not until I saw The vivid colours of the market fruit That I began to realise how white My day had become Cool waterways Deep green Under weeping trees Just added To the silent music Of my long dreams
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Tropical Days
We are experiencing unusual weather patterns at present A tropical heatwave Caused by volatile weather patterns elsewhere Jane and I awoke about half an hour ago And were naked around our house Until the sun within the sea fog Compelled me to walk to the beach I was planning to take a number of soft […]
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Naked Shadows
Both my sisters are archeologists I often travel with them On their coastal trips abroad As my sisters like to dance In the shallows of the sea I do not share this passion And frequently write poems In my small grey notebook
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A Book of Folkestone
We enjoyed an ice cream in the middle Of a railway track this afternoon But there were no trains today As this was a ghost line In years past it took soldiers On a one way trip to Hell Poets and Porters Artists and Architects Scientists and Shopkeepers They and many others Passed through this […]
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Joe Wears a Bandana
Of late I have let my hair grow It is now bleached blond Which is the result Of living by the sea But this style Does have its problems As when out walking I find that my sweat Tends to drop into my eyes And obscure my vision So I have taken to wearing A […]
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The Long Walk
Today I walked between Sandgate And Hythe In temperatures approaching Eighty-two degrees It was a walk of great beauty With the sea glimmering Erratically to my left Before retiring into a soft dull haze The light was so incredibly intense That the beach users Were reduced to declining shadows Fading into the heat of the […]