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There is a Zombie on my Washing Line
There is a zombie on my washing line I think it is Japanese but I cannot be sure It is quite disgusting all bones decay and d I think it has a thing about pigeons As it screams at them as they feed On my rotting violet lilac bird table Soon I will […]
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Surf Nazi’s Shaft America/Michael For Short
When I was released from prison just over five years ago I dug up the loot and purchased a house in Looe Nobody knew of my past which was useful As I had an aggressive budgie which I named Surf Nazi’s Shaft America/Michael For Short This bird had an even more chequered history than me […]
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Late July Apricot Southern Downs
Unlike previous days when the air was humid The sea breezes that greeted Friday were considerably cooler Jane was preparing an apricot tart in the red kitchen And I was painting a rambling shed in her lilac lady garden We were both looking towards the southern downs As we had plans to walk there later […]
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Goats That Dance
You can dance if you want to I was listening to The Safety Dance By Men Without Hats When I noticed that goats Were dancing in a nearby field This puzzled me As goats normally discuss philosophy On hot July days
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Annette Abandoned
Henry I was in Cannes and was due to attend a screening on the new Leos Carax movie Annette My beautiful wife Jane was also invited and had purchased a lovely black dress for the occasion However I fell from a low wall whilst returning a fledgling to its nest and broke my ankle […]
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Pablo Picasso Knew My Mother
A small likeness of you had been hidden in a forgotten mailbox for over thirty years It was discovered by accident by a passing postman who was driving his bright red van The painting was soon returned to me and I kept it in my studio awaiting your return As you were living with […]
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Margate 20th July 2021
It is not what you look at That matters It is what you see I was thinking about Thoreau As we strolled around The backstreets of Margate To my great surprise There had been pockets Of complete silence This was quite evident On the sand flats Between the sea and the beach […]
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The Glittering Prizes
Please note that this poem has been censored as as SS Sisters do not wish to offend those less fortunate than ourselves We were asked a question recently A question Yes We get asked many questions What was the question How long had we been sisters Really What was your answer We told the […]
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Poetry on Mirrors
I write my poetry on mirrors As this helps me to relax I write poetry on mirrors For the very same reason From The Poems of Stephen (1970)
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Island Beach
Quite suddenly the breeze started to cool the evening had arrived and the sun was by now low behind me long shadows betrayed its position the day was spent a white yacht on the horizon shared its memories with those who had lingered on the island beach as white yachts always do