Category Archives: Poetry

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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Referendum Chaos

Is there no end to the rubbish? May’s plan is rejected Just as expected, but no plan B Two year fixations led to her humiliation. It’s her plan or nothing She has no desire to change Others might conspire Intensity … Continue reading

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The Two Obadiah’s

When just a boy, I asked Dad What’s the oldest song you know? He pulled the music stool out And while playing he began to sing. It turns out that when Dad was a boy He asked his own Grandad … Continue reading

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The Meaningful Vote

With just days to go Mays’ future might end Her Brexit deal dead Well soon we will know. An example of, “please only one”, Ostracized all blindly Take out objectivity Maybe, please some. Logic demands another way Chaos looms clearly Poor … Continue reading

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My Sons (inspired by Trust the biopic of John Paul Getty)

I hate my sons. They have lives which aren’t mine, they have friends who I disapprove of they have interests which aren’t mine they avoid me and they’re happiest when I’m not there. They got married and name their sons … Continue reading

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