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Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Thursday, 11 June 2020

In the time of Coronavirus.

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She passes the window each day Pre-Raphaelite hair new penny bright catching the sun catching my eye. In this strange time of isolation ...
Wednesday, 10 June 2020

On living in a bubble. Lies and bliss.

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Her life was a disco ball constructed from shards of shattered bliss Lies the blunt but self sharpening things you brought into ...
Saturday, 23 May 2020

Cummins Durham Coronavirus saga.

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I wrote a silly ditty on the subject of the Cummings idiocy: Kids, stay home, stay mum about Dad. Play candy crush saga on your...
Sunday, 17 May 2020

All the ships that pass have black sails..

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Isolated in exile I am my own Napoleon but longing for no Josephine and confusing my Arras with my Elba as waiting and watching The Empir...
Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Carnivorous Pandas

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Nom Nom the carnivorous panda was the least kid friendly petting zoo beast for while he considered bamboo a duty a three year ol...
Monday, 29 September 2014

We are too busy.

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We are too busy fighting other peoples wars solving others problems carrying their weight curing their ills salving their bruises taki...
Friday, 12 September 2014

Why Rimbaud gave up poetry.

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From our Arts correspondent Jan Nieupjur. A lot of people ask me why Arthur Rimbaud gave up poetry. Actually thats a lie. No one has...
Saturday, 5 April 2014

The Notting Hill Gnomes.

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The bankers are down in their bunkers the rest of the countries gone broke the bankers are lining their pockets and lining their noses w...
Monday, 9 September 2013

After the poets convention.

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Hey Susie remember me? May I have my jacket back you borrowed it last night while sharing a cigarette outside with the Tall hungarian poet. ...
Saturday, 10 August 2013

An ormolu stool for the new Royal baby.

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A nation rejoices a nation is happy for Morgana of Wales has filled up her nappy no signs of austerity in her posterior dexterity ...
Thursday, 18 April 2013

Murray Lachlan Young's obit to Maggie poem.

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Murray wrote the following for his BBC Radio 6 slot but the powers that beeb chose to spike it: Maggie: Obit poem.   Murray Lachlan ...
Saturday, 9 February 2013

Boiling Water.

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I walked away from it and headed north. Towards evening on the second day the snow came,  two hours later I was seeking shelter.  Wi...
Tuesday, 5 February 2013

SPIT or the American dream.

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SPIT! Molly and John had been childhood sweethearts Shared sodas at picnics in the meadow by the Big Loving as it snaked easily thro...
Sunday, 18 November 2012

Paper Aeroplanes.

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Paper Aeroplanes. Mother breakfasting lost in Mahler peach marmalade on toast smile lighting this end of tunnel eyes. Fathers bitter...
Tuesday, 10 May 2011

notes for a poem.

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If only we could identify the Love DNA .There would be testing clinics in every town. A super clinic in Oxford Street Queues round the block...
Friday, 29 April 2011

For two voices.

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He said: I can't sleep Are you awake I can't sleep Are you awake I can't sleep I can't sleep I can't sleep Are yo...
Sunday, 10 April 2011

Magnolias.

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She came to visit after twenty years of not a word but was passing was just passing and as passing stopped bringing with he...
Saturday, 5 June 2010

Urinal song.

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I love the sound of piss on zinc It reminds me of Donna's sleepy tales of rain on Tr...