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The Contents of my Bed
1 A Trombone 2 My Pajama Trousers 3 A Soft Toy 4 The Poems of John Donne 5 A National Newspaper 6 My Lovely Wife Wearing Only My Pajama Jacket
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The Sins of Our Sleeping Fathers
Jemima often looked her collection of books These were her only books as her flat was small She loved poetry and the Georgian Poets And her library contained all their works But this made her a little uncomfortable As she realised that each of her books Had survived the Spanish Flu pandemic Which had occurred […]
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Les petits théâtres de Michel Powell
My dreams are handicapped by the ghosts of my dreams past Said Alice from the sanctuary of our bed I do like the snow glow it is a rare phenomena We were both watching the soft white shadows Crossing our pale bedroom ceiling After the days of the frozen winds I am so happy that […]
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Silent Sky Blue
I often travel Unconsciously Into my Silent sky blue Memories As I face The bitter winds Alone On this raw And wretched beach
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Glass Warrior
My wife is sitting in front of our sea facing window She is wearing her blue silk pajamas The room temperature is about twenty-five degrees The temperature outside our window is minus five There is a savage north-easterly ice wind Blowing diagonally across the grey green sea My beautiful wife is a glass warrior Whose […]
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Raw East Wynd
In all my days of memory I cannot recall Such a savage wynd The beach was totally deserted But my thin lips Betrayed a smile As I knew that the soft spring wynds Were not far away In the shadows of this raging beast Pale Fire Garance and I were drawing the heat From […]
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Lunch Hour
As I walked along the path by the railway track A pebble-dashed underground train passed me at speed Which was strange in itself as they are usually red Then my lunch hour turned even stranger As I soon discovered that the underground train Had turned into a common coffee machine It was when I was […]
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l’appel du vide
In about an hour the cops Will have caught up with me They are closing in from all sides I am trapped on this icy beach The deadly east winds Pistol whip my already injured face But I feel no pain The sea is hostile and lacks music No beast so fierce but knows some […]
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Compassion
You were there When I needed you That is all that matters You bathed my wounds And found room for me In your fathers house Alice Cox 1934
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Morning Bath
I always bathe before breakfast So that I can watch my dreams Sail away on a thousand ships Sometimes you join me in the bath And I pleasure you with my tongue Before washing you gently with a silk red sponge But today I am alone in the resting waters It is snowing […]