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Hungry Heart
I awoke this morning Hungry of heart And devoured your flesh With the cat asleep Under our bed Our carnal desires Travel to a different level On the Tuesdays and Thursdays of November
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Lost Transport (Mr James)
I had missed the last bus There were no trains today I was trapped in a winter city It was very dark gark I found a midnight cafe Which had many mirrored walls But I could not see my forward reflections Only the back of my ridiculous head This disorientated me greatly As I watched […]
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Sue Dean (Mackerel Sky)
I love this sky This beautiful beautiful sky It is called a mackerel sky Why Guy Why is it called A mackerel sky Guy Why Because it is a wind shear My dear The winds differ Above and below It tells you that a change is imminent Sue Yes Why are you wearing my shirt […]
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The Madness of Bullets
A bullet cannot choose It can kill a tyrant or a priest Bullets are misunderstood They are loathed And loved at the same time History can be changed by a single bullet I own a company that manufactures bullets My bullets are sold worldwide For all I know somebody has died The victim of one […]
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The Erotic
I was born blind Yet I sense things With an unusual intensity That I cannot really explain I know that my wife is beautiful Even though I will never see her Not for a second I will die blind Darkness into Darkness I have yet to come to terms with that Each morning I touch […]
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Rollo
Do not travel south In the winter As it is bad For your depression I was given this advice By a close friend As we sunbathed On the roof Of a derelict garage Rollo 2 Schopenhauer once said That a high degree of intellect Tends to make a man unsocial That is the reason That I […]
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How I Met my Wife
Like many people I met my future wife When I was at college It seems strange that although I was aware of her I had not really spoken to her She was as beautiful as I was self centred This was until I wrote a fifteen minute play For the Drama in Dorking week In short six […]
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Random Poems Eighteenth Day
Deckchair Thoughts Raymond I hear that all the interesting people Are missing Sunny Sands Sunday Bands And a Mermaid Naked on the shore
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Random Poems Eighteenth DayThe Norse Horse Three me Into the sea Lea Bea Tee My wife of twenty years I am now done A spent force A Tired Norse Horse fad ing in to ob sc ur it y
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Random Poems Eighteenth Day
Postcard Rugosa Roses Rising Roughly On the Sand Dunes Have ripped my legs To shreds What a funny thing To put on your postcard Guy It made me sigh It made me cry Did you lie Apple Pie What a silly creature You are you are What a silly creature You are