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on Moscow
allegations thrownchild killer fears for his lifethreatens more killings ~ n.b. Moscow is run by a mass murderer, who throws a squinny when he claims, without independent verification, that drones were sent to Russia assassinate him. No comment about the hundreds of thousands of lives lost as a result of his orders. No words can →
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Camellias ii
Warmth of late AugustSoaked into patio pavingHeats our tanned feetYou take my handLead me backTo the shadowed lawnStill compressedWhere we had beenSculpting joyThe night beforeA blackbird(Hidden by heavy pink blooms)Sang to usOf eternal loveAs Venus piercedNight’s deepening blue ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023. Day 30 prompt: a palinode. This poem, I hope, balances the sadness of →
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Camellias
Winter brings weakMorning light lateAfternoons darkFrost-shivered limbsFirst sign of warmth(Rain on the west wind)Foliage thickensLeaf litter laps the fenceSticky buds unfoldSuper-slow-motionBurst of pinkPetals un-scrollSudden brightness soonBurnt by memories Casting shadowsAcross our lawnSpectacular displayedVibrancy lastingNo longerThan winter’s sun ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023. Day 25 prompt. Love poem with flower, parenthesis and odd line breaks. CLP 25/04/2023 →
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Qwerty Love Story
Quietly watching, Eva romanticised. This youth, unshaven, insistent, optimistic. Possibilities! Arising sexual desire formed Grasped her Jubilantly kindling Love’s zany X-certificate variations brought new meaning. n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023. Day 18 prompt: Use the alphabet to write a poem. I went a bit Qwerty with this one. QWERTYUIOP / ASDFGHJKL / ZXCVBNM CLP 18/04/2023 →
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on Ukraine
twenty-five years forVladimir Kara-Murzafor calling out war ~ n.b. Mr Kara-Murza stayed in Russia to inform Russians about the invasion of Ukraine under the orders of Moscow. Sentenced to twenty-five years for being critical of Russia’s leadership, an exemplary sentence has been imposed. As a holder of Russian and British citizenships, it is thought he →
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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 →
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A Broken Heart
Flapping desperately on the highwayTrying to escape its precarious positionIn the centre of the outside laneStrangely stuck to the tarmacBlack wings flashing deep blueWhen catching the last lightWhat drew it down here?What prevented escape?A bit of victim blaming, I admitDid this crow delay departing?Stay for one last peckof the warm flesh that caught its eye?On-coming →
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Lights
On four separate pylons, one per cornerThe things to look for, Proper LightsNot strung out beads along the top of each standA symmetry of steel sentries attending the stadiumPerspective rotating the shining pinsAs the train curves into townOr the main road breaks into capillariesUntil proximity fixes the viewNeck craned I’d seek the service ladderWondering who →
Journey of Words 