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Night Train
Calypso and I have often travelled on the night express to Scotland We dine on the train and afterwards read in our sleeping compartment But I do not immediately sleep as I take time out to write erotic poetry My wife apart from sleeping quite naked has always slept on her back I watch her […]
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Agnes Molens
Agnes Molens 15th March 1493 is to be buried in the Cathedral graveyard near my husband Henry Molens Where did you get that information from Stan From Some Chichester Wills 1483-1504 Will you write a poem about Agnes Molens I have not decided yet Jane Perhaps It has been such a busy week
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Nostalgia of Summer
I was in bed with Nostalgia of Summer We had been there For some hours But we were not asleep As the wind was howling And it was raining hard As an entertainment We each chose A Summer memory Mine was when Summer dropped Her coffee when running For an already late train Summer’s memory Was […]
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Afanasy Fet Morning
I love watching you shower Jane All soap and sweet smells I love your towelled nudity afterwards And your scrubbed clean appearance In a short while you will wear your gossamer gown And your nudity will tease me as you drift around the room All I can say to you is it jolly hard to write […]
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Garages of the Future
Something very odd happened to me earlier today I was on a bus and saw clearly into the future It was not spectacular but quite ordinary I knew that a car had been involved in an accident At a garage that was about a mile distant When we passed this garage A car could be seen […]
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The White City
You were so beautiful yesterday On a day that you had no right To be as beautiful as you were I have ignored the people Who consider that they should share The paleness of your beauty I have not given them permission To walk along your narrow streets I dream of their destruction The sun is just […]
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Only The Dreamers
Only the dreamers Can be considered As the true assassins They start revolutions The rest follow
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Naked Room in Hampstead
The damp smell of autumn leaves Fills my naked room I am reading Du Fu By the light of a single bulb In the distance I can hear dogs Barking with excitement on the heath
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Margate Mo
After sixty years of misery Toby Cox threw himself Into the sea He did not drown As Margate Mo Rescued him He never attempted To destroy himself again
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Those Were the Days
What do think of Those Were the Days The Mary Hopkin song Yes I liked it lot Why Because it reminded me of my happy days Are you days not happy now Yes Stan but in a different way Things seemed more innocent then Less fraught with problems I agree Jane but I liked Mary’s […]