Category Archives: Poetry

Not the sharpest pin in the packet

The Tory’s having ditched May Are still fighting a no win war Among themselves, for now But if Boris does, become P.M. The Buffoon, is dangerous It will be the working class In England and Ireland, will suffer The Scots … Continue reading

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Another visit to Fordwich

On holiday in 1951, we went to the beautiful garden of Kent I don’t remember the journey much, but I was so happy we went Through Blackheath, the hired car trundled the road The A2 quaint old scenery, the Oast … Continue reading

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Rich man/Poor man

A poor man has riches aplenty, He sleeps without care for wealth While a rich man, set on only ‘he’ May be robbed by stealth. The poor man, dressed in old clothes His boots, of cracked worn leather May walk … Continue reading

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When I was young, I wanted to be old

I’d like to be told No, you’re not getting old, That I’m still a fine figure Full of bright charm and vigour. But the truth is , I’m not so blest Can’t run for a bus Without pains in my … Continue reading

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I enjoy proper music

Not the brash, brain numbing trash As depicted by, young, strutting peacocks Their brand of noise, I find irritating To the point where I try not to listen. Recently, whilst in a crowded pub People were all talking at once … Continue reading

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Special Dreams

In sleep it seems, I feel my dreams Senses alert, as if awake But more, so much more Tactile touch, memories restored. Old friends I once knew Still true, in every detail We interact, as if – I never did … Continue reading

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Chloe

Chloe enters my swamp with pouts My heart leaps to my sleeve. She amputates it. My beating heart is in her hands She squeezes. Empties it of feelings. I sigh with pleasure. Chloe is my first love. I don’t know … Continue reading

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