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July in September
And still the summer goes on I was greeted by a southerly wind When I walked to the beach this morning A number of people were in the sea Which according to the local black boards Was still just over twenty degrees Migrating birds were swooping above me Confused by the late season […]
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A Dream Within A Dream
I had studied history at Cambridge And was considered an outstanding student Much was expected of me but then I vanished It was possibly because I understood history far too well So well that I could see into the future and this frightened me Rather like the Stone Age Man who watched fast trains […]
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An Offensive Poem (an apology)
It has been brought to my attention that the above named poem offended a number of small people as well as some taller ones For this I am truly sorry It is so difficult being a poet and a fiction writer these days As I feel that God has abandoned me and without his guidance […]
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An Offensive Poem
In the early days I used to write music On the naked backs Of my girlfriends These pieces were very very Short As they were all dwarves This is an offensive poem Outlaw Do I give a fuck Anna You should give a fuck Outlaw Why Because dwarves has feelings So do lobsters but […]
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Funfair in Folkestone
When I was very young I would enjoy a beach funfair Which was not far from the harbour railway station This place of amusement has now been lost to the hunger of time And only a bell that rarely tolls and a snaking wooden boardwalk remain Neither remind me my childhood hours or the soft […]
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Mary Parker Mary Parker
Mary Parker promised To show me her tan lines If I assassinated the president This I did but I was unable To enjoy her exhibition As I had been born blind
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A Stolen Poem
On Folkestone Sands I can connect Nothing with nothing I thought of this poem When sitting on the lowest step Of a multi coloured sun terrace The tall Hawksmoor was to my right Handsome and erect A lighthouse without a light People passing people chatting Cyclists cycling walkers walking Seagulls screeching history […]
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Late Summer / Fin de l’été
Late Summer I spent a quiet afternoon Watching the wild grasses glow As the hot September winds Caressed the concrete beach Fin de l’été I knew then that my summer was fading Very slowly without theatre And that the darker months would leave me Quite alone on her extinguished stage
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Visual
What is this A photograph of a sunrise How do you feel Happy What is this A photograph of a sunset How do you feel Happy What is this A photograph of your naked wife How do you feel Confused What is this A photograph of your naked sister How do you […]
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Billy Norman Mates
Billy Norman Mates was known as Billy No Mates by his friends And Norman Bates by his loving mother Billy was a keen photographer and owned a number of cameras Although he was a very heavy sleeper Billy always rose at dawn To photograph the beauty of the sunrises on the nearby beaches During […]