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Charlton Away
Saturday morning in FebruaryAn Azerbaijani barberWoolwich Road, SE10Student of Anglo-SaxonBemoans the errorsAnd ill-fortuneOf Edward GodwinsonAt HastingsThe military dictatorshipOf William bastardusThe carve-up of the old kingdomsEnslavement of the peopleThe castles casting shadowsOver those who built themLessons learntTaken abroadBy Royal NavyAnd Redcoats armyUntil America stood upWelcomed the exiled PaineThe Rights of ManApplied Common SenseBroke freeUnlike the English Read more
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Grateful
Bluebells rang around the groundsDancing in the West WindWhile we sat insideListening in blackTo his grief-bent sonBoth arms locked stiffTight-knuckled at the lecternThat shookHe read as best he couldOf his dad, his friend Who had done his bestWhere demons huntThat broken voiceMatched his heartCaused him to pauseTo catch his breathHis daughter thanked usWho’d come this Read more
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House Martin
Flipped from side to sideBy bursts of east windYou looped above the broadTaking an uncertain pathLike a notebook pageTorn out, discardedCaught by a stormy gustOn a Chicago street ~ n.b. First house martin of the year seen on Wednesday, 17th April, South Walsham Broad, Norfolk. CLP 18/04/2024 Read more
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on the UAE
Come to the EmiratesSunshine guaranteeLive temporarilyIn well-oiled luxuryState-owned newsLaws set by royaltyThere’ll be no complaintsYou’ll have to agreeIf you come for workYou will do so tax-freeOr just splash outOn a guilt-blind shopping spreeIt never rainsWe don’t bother with drainsBut when it poursIt’s a year’s worth in a day ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 18 prompt: Read more
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Portsmouth
Laala la la la la laLaaLaLaLa la la la laLa laLa la laLa laLa la la la la la la la(Synchronic with above)Clap ClapClap-Clap-Clap(Freestyle)…Champions! Champions!! Champions!!!Repeat to fade. Then repeat, repeat, repeat…~n.b. NaPoWriMo Day 17 prompt: Song / Tune / Music > PoemPortsmouth by Mike OldfieldThis is very rough…it is the morning after Pompey won Read more
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Kite
A vicious squallStrips the cherryRips petals off wild plumPulls at the splayed primariesOf the red kiteWho uses every fibre of her strengthTo maintain a semblance of controlIn twists and whorls of windAnd popping air pocketsPunching holesIn the spring-green skirtsOf the lime treesLining the A140Shopping mall parking FULL ~ CLP 16/04/2024 Read more
Journey of Words 