
grown-ups planted this
there must have been good reason
makes a neat goal frame
CLP 08/08/2022
Liberty, Equality, Humanity
grown-ups planted this
there must have been good reason
makes a neat goal frame
CLP 08/08/2022
ten bob in two pees
pink panda from slot machine
taint of copper coins
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n.b. You probably think that this little story deserves a footnote (and you’re probably correct), but it’s 22c, after midnight and I’m playing late night summer blues, so you’ll have to write your own this time, sorry. However, who knew one could have such fun in Great Yarmouth on a Friday night in June?
CLP 18/06/2022
we forget ourselves
our precious concerns
delicate dispositions
we let go then
caught ourselves having fun
wondered if we could really
fall trusting the other
to fall too
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CLP 17/02/2022
steamed up windscreen attracts a playful finger
the smiley ghosts in and out of view
through October's low sunsets
and at each evening condensation
I know it was you
I recognise that smile
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CLP 13/10/2021
lost in crazy crowd
found myself wrapt in laughter
caught being happy
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CLP 16/07/2021
before play our words
excite hopeful new meaning
double entendres
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CLP 09/07/2021
under umbrella
lovers rush seeking shelter
breathless excitement
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CLP 03/05/2021
sorting through shingle
picking out perfect pebbles
stones skimming off waves
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CLP 28/04/2021
To be read in your head only. Understood? Now 1/2/3/4 begin.
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…I thank you. Encore? No, it is too much! I am exhausted from the effort of this composition. It is too much. I must rest. Thank you.
I will release this on SoundCloud as soon as copyright issues are clarified. Thank you.
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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty-six prompt: parody. I have chosen John Cage’s classical piece 4’33”. Please remember to press the “Unmute” button in YouTube when you follow the link.
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CLP 26/04/2021
timing was never more important
than opportunity when hungry
we ate out, or would grab something
maybe just an amuse-bouche
at the bus shelter, a first course perhaps
irrespective of weather
because hungry is no respecter of climate
we always ate together
we rarely went without without
in sun, the rain, the snow
until naturally our routines began to drift
into more regular meal routines
before economy and fate peeled us apart
eventually
I returned one midnight
to oranges, not as a ravenous teenager
body craving any food or fruit every hour
these midnight oranges were rarer
at first a self-indulgent treat
until our segmentation complete
meant for awhile midnight oranges
were the only food
that I had to eat
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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty Two prompt: metonymy – midnight oranges. Good luck looking that up.
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CLP 22/04/2021