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Ha Bloody Ha
“Tell me a joke,she said”something to makeme cry” “With laughter?”I askedseekingverification “Not necessarily”she sighed ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023. Day 13 prompt. Surely not? Are you joking? CLP 13/04/2023 Read more
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on poetry
Ink drawn down by a ballTracking the shapes of symbolsForming letters, leaving wordsThat flowed down the armImpulses sparked from synapsesPassed out of the craniumOnto a leaf of compressed treeWatched through the eyesImages impress on the retinasChecked back into the headCompared with the thoughtsOriginated in a jumbleMemory, imagination, emotionCharacters coughed up from a character ~ n.b. Read more
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on Ukraine
oh by the way, foodBlack Sea Grain Initiativethe world needs feeding ~ n.b. Would you mind passing the bread basket, while you’re at each other’s throats? The blithe expectation that wheat grain from Ukraine will not only be sown, grown, harvested, but shipped out, despite the nation being invaded by Moscow and the mercenaries, strikes Read more
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Passing Conversation at the Service Station, Folkestone, Kent, October 2019
They’d not seen each other for simply agesIt used to be regular, when they’d got their wagesOff for an evening, best clobber onLeaving at home Bert, Harry and Ron (except, that Ron’s been long since gone)You still doing those dating sites?Asked Sheila, needing to adjust her tightsYes. replied her friend with a weary sighKnowing they Read more
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From the Main Yard
Haul the sheets hard boysHaul them full hard Pull the line tight boysWe’ll hang old BoneyFrom the main yardEmpty that ale jugLeave Kitty’s bedGather your bag, JackIt’s time you fledHaul the sheets hard boysHaul them full hardPull the line tight boysWe’ll hang old BoneyFrom the main yardAway from Spice IslandWe’ll have to flyKiss Molly farewell, Read more
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Due to Engineering Works between Thetford and Paignton Buses will be Replacing Trains this Weekend
It was a difficult time between usThe train I’d often catch replaced by busTwo hundred fifty miles through EnglandReconciliation roses in handWilting as the air-con churned out dry heatPetals accumulated at my feetThe stop at Didcot allowed time to callSweet connection to my Lauren BacallFrom a phone box with a urinal’s aromaI could reassure I’d Read more
Journey of Words 