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on full beam
Look you damned hippiesI too am worthwhile watchingReflected glory ~ n.b. …give a moon a break, guys. Share the solstice love. 🙏 CLP 21/06/2024 →
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on the road
There is a spy in the cabA dashboard cameraThe vehicleUses GPSUp thereBehind the blueBetween Earth and MoonSatellites track usMonitor each start and stopBut I still have eyesThat can see the skyMarsh harrier sweeping the fieldsFoxes redder for evening sunDeer stepping through the hedgerowPast rambling rosesBarley, wheat and rows of spudsAnd I still have earsGold finches, →
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Organic Veg Section
We kissedAu revoirNext the organic cucumbersIn Morrison’sWe’ll meet againAt a mutually convenient junctureWhen we mustSurelyMake better useOf our time ~ n.b. Friday night. Bank Holiday weekend in May. Not raining. ~ CLP 24/04/2024 →
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on May
You with hot-water bottleDuvet, purr of kneading catI walk happily homeFull Moon rising through oaksCondensation clouds windscreensI etch PFC with my finger on oneI ❤️ U on anotherThe moisture will lift with the morning sunPFC will be wiped off first thingThe heart, I and U will linger longer ~ n.b. Yes, I know, ‘How old →
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on Saturday (ii)
Fifteen years forgotThey’re Ipswich Town, going upThank goodness for that. ~ n.b. The return train collected a lot of sun-burnt, slightly intoxicated, blue smoke stained, happy people and delivered them to whence they came. As the Hare Krishna man with a smile, said to me earlier, “We don’t want people to be unhappy.” A fair →
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The Myth of Love Exposed by the Cerne Abbas Giant
She yearned to know possessionHer aching womb forsook discretion She led him from the crowded tavernSkipped ahead, made sure he followedA moonlit path between beech treesTo the hillside where the giant liesManhood carved from ancient chalkPermanently erect, magnificent swordHe knew his seed had met its matchHe prayed forgiveness for coming sinAccepted her embrace, warm welcome →
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One Frosty Night…
…when the guns were stillI dreamt of trees with leavesYoung men playing cricketChatter and laughter at a picnicLying face-up beside youWatching the swifts’ chaseAcross vast white pillowsThat dwarfed The MendipsYou squirming with delightGrass tickling your pale thighs~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 24 prompt: One poem from a line from another. This is from ‘Living Sepulchres’ →
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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 →
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Norwich to Horwich
Norwich to HorwichJoined by railway line and rhymeIt’s a path that’s rarely takenIf I’m not mistakenWhy venture there at allIf it wasn’t for football?Across the black soil of FenThrough Peak District and PenninesFor ninety minutes tensionHad I forgot to mentionThe reason for this journeyIs to simply follow PompeySeven years we’ve struggledThe tactics first quite muddledBut →
Journey of Words 