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walk time

c’mon

Walk time
Screenshot brain
Needs break
Warm coat
And socks
Buy bread
In Bail
coffeeshop lifestyle
c’mon

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whisky bottle full

whisky bottle empty

Whisky glass, once full now almost empty, sits there in front of me on the kitchen table. There is no music. Only my thoughts. Thoughts of nothing in particular. No memories. Only a sense of being. Warmth.

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Today I bought

some crumpet

Today I bought some crumpet, rhymes with trumpet
I like a bit of crumpet, me
Almost too hot to hold and dripping with butter
To be eaten quickly so you can move on to the next one.

Today …

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rain dances

noise thunders

The rain dances overhead as daylight moves out of sight to the West. Noise thunders. Dead leaves litter the garden. Wind rocks the branches of trees. I am inside, warm and glad.

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output gastronomic

Up I am and dressed, two vests for winter,
Heating engaged, the house feels warm.

The gentlest of Saturdays, a visit to Waitrose
Leeks, carrots, lamb, tomorrow a prospect.

Creative juice transformed, output gastronomic,
Post indulgent slumber on sofa.

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Friday evening

after the walk

eleven miles, wild deer, pheasant shoot, muddy verges, White Hart, fish’n chips, Tom Wood, sore feet, sore crotch, approaching dusk, shady hedgerows, drive home, warm bath, beef fajita, full belly, stiff limbs, glowing cheeks, tired tref, early

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The captivation of the slow dancing piano and other musical terminologies

La Musique

The mellowest of saxophony
The soul of the trumpet
The romance of the plucked guitar
The captivation of the slow dancing piano
The birdsong of twilight
The relaxation of rain
The silence of the lone singer
The hypnosis of

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The lighting of the fire

The fire lighting

story of success,

paper scrunching, twig snapping match striking

flames consume

coal engulfed settles into long decline

room warms up and the fire dies

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A Tribute to Fergie

A tribute to Fergie

Nowadays its a very sad time,
No more will we see Fergie, on the touch line,
The great man from Govan, is no longer the boss,
For the world of football, what a great loss

Not …

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Maggie Thatcher

Mrs T

What a wonderful woman, was our Mrs T
An iconic leader in our history
She was on everyone’s invite, top of the list
This woman that led with a big iron fist

In Brighton the IRA, they tried …

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My family home

At number fifty four

There is a house in Severn road
And it’s number fifty four
Where neighbours thought there lived ten kids
And were shocked to discover four more

There was Kath and john, me dad and mom
And …

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London couldn’t cope

London didn’t cope.

We just didn’t cope, even
though we had a warning
We’ve known for two weeks
But it went tits up this morning

The snow hit the ground
Before we awoke
It was only two hours
Before the …

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Remembrance Day

Remember Remembrance Day

Wear a poppy on the 11th of November
And wear it with the greatest of pride
In glorious red it will help you remember
The unfortunate soldiers who died

Remember the bravery of these women and men…

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the poetry of the hotel room

the poetry of the hotel room

wanted. poet to write about hotel rooms. only geniuses need apply. this one is mostly right angled.

 

the right angled hotel room

square with rectangular bits. bolt ons. that’s the nuts and bolts

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A love poem for Coffee.

Oh dark mother, once more I suckle at your caffeinated teat.

From the bean, via steam, your emanations are all at once bitter and sweet.

With milk or alone both comforts and uplifts.

Please accept my humble thanks for your …

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