October 23, 2016 at 9:43 am (Poems) (, , )

The thinest movement
an extreme effort of will:
progress contested.

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September 29, 2016 at 8:42 pm (Poems) (, , , , )

I saw a thousand pumpkins
upon a twilit field
Bright orange spheres
the rolling year’s
last offering revealed.

Remember days of parenthood?
At Halloween we clustered
round grimaced light
for tales of fright
while apples bobbed and blustered.

Now fragrant pies and tasty soup
serve parties down our lane
when autumn leaves
and woollen sleeves
wrap up the year again.

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Old Lace

September 24, 2016 at 12:21 pm (Poems) (, , )

Stitches unravel,
Kiss and fall away from us:

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September 21, 2016 at 6:34 pm (Poems) (, , , )

There’s a wasp between my fingers
and a bee behind one ear,
Two slugs above my eyelids
and a bird’s nest in my hair.

My body is a tree trunk
my mind a crooked path,
My life juice is a river
my feelings are a raft.

Fulfilling earth’s intention –
imperfect and impure,
with love as my redemption,
intuition at my core.

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The Daddy

September 11, 2016 at 3:43 pm (Poems) (, )

Respect the daddy longlegs
Get with his knobbly knees
Take care his fragile body
Treat kindly if you please.

He doesn’t like your vacuum
He doesn’t often rest
But hangs about the corners
It’s just where he feels best.

The daddy doesn’t harm you
He’s generally good
He eats the things that pester
and is misunderstood.

Respect the daddy longlegs
if you see him on your floor
please cup him very gently
and let him out the door.

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September 2, 2016 at 4:56 pm (Poems) (, )

Some knots he tied some knots he broke
Some knots he tried just couldn’t cope
His stomach knotted, twisted, gnarled
Such knotted feelings, knotted world.

See marionettes of life swing by
the soundless singers flying high.
Sometimes they nod, sometimes they show
they understand the need to go.

It’s knot his life, there’s knot a hope
He’s knotting high a knotted rope
It’s knotted to a beam – tied tight
But knot for long, undone tonight.

See marionettes of life swing by
those soundless singers flying high.
Sometimes they nod, sometimes they show
they understand the need to go.

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Rip Tide

August 3, 2016 at 9:25 am (Poems, sociology, Stories) (, , , , )

The tide tipped and turned
Sweep-blow-draining all away.
One cafe remains.


One broken cup man
orders customary chips
and consults his stars.


His hopeful soul
hangs loose in the empty bay
waiting for a wave.


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July 12, 2016 at 3:44 pm (Poems) (, , , )

We chop and maul, we reap and crop
where life is cheap, but may we stop
and think again in forests few,
of crunching leaves and falling dew?
And may we walk so we can hear
sounds lost to us if we should clear
those placid guardians of the wild
we take for granted? Once exiled,
by loud machines that cut through wood,
our ancient souls are gone for good.

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June 24, 2016 at 9:07 am (England, history, Poems, sociology) ()

Inward facing
Blighty blighted

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June 22, 2016 at 11:21 pm (Poems) (, , )

Tomorrow, please vote, from seven till ten,
persevere, for time can’t go back again.

Five aims of the EU; five things we try to do:

Together, we promote economic and social progress –
helping people earn enough money and get treated fairly.

Together, we speak on the international scene –
By working as a group Europe is listened to by other countries.

Together, we introduced European citizenship –
As citizens of the EU, we have four special rights.

We want Europe to be an area of freedom, security and justice,
and to help Europeans live in safety, without threat of war.

We maintain and build on EU law,
in order to protect people’s rights in member countries.

Persevere, for time can’t go back again.
Tomorrow, please vote, from seven till ten.


Thanks to CBBC Newsround for clear explanations, borrowed in this poem.

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