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Garage
I can sea the sea from the garage on the hill I can see passing trains from the garage on the hill But I cannot separate truth from fiction which concerns me
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War
Wars never end Only the dead See the end of wars
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Glass
I recently left an empty glass On a wooden table Outside of an inn In Haworth West Yorkshire I had no real choice As I was strapped for time This was not typical of me And I have yet to get over it
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Dream
I had a silent dream During the night So I turned the volume up That was my biggest mistake
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Change
Someone once said to me that the only thing That does not change Is change itself That does not change Someone once said to me that the only thing
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The Rime of The Ancient Mariner
At least once a year I wander down to the beach Usually on a cooler day As I am given the space that I require Whilst there I read The Rime of the Ancient Mariner In its entirety I have not completed this friendly task So far this year As I have pretended […]
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The Tyranny of My Radio
I am beginning to hate My Radio As it chats incessantly all day I do not have books or a television And am forced to listen to My Radio As you can guess I am in a cell A cell of my own simple design When I close my eyes I can […]
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The Owl and the Pussycat
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, “O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, […]
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the return
Viola ##### Viola Anna I have been up all night You silly girl Things will work out No I have been working on a mathematical problem Whatever for Viola do you notice something Yes there are no time pulses Six is a perfect number but what if prefect numbers did not technically exist What if […]
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Bus Shelter Poem (2015)
Today I explored the early autumn lanes The trees had not really turned Even though the ninth month Was nearing its inevitable end I sat on a rough wooden bench Which had views distant Towards the darkening sea The spruce and limber yellow-hammer In the dawn of spring and sultry summer In hedge […]