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Father Henry Clarke (A Memento)
Your book was passed to me today By your executor Your dedication is long dry The ink pale with age But my memories of you are fresh And really that is all that matters
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The Last Day of October
Swarms of red rose ladybirds Hang heavily in the autumn air We are sharing a drink on our summer seat And should not be there at all As September has passed And October is spent Save for a day But what a day This day of golden avenues With its warm breezes and gentle light […]
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Travelling North
You are travelling to Telford Give my regards to the Iron Bridge I am travelling to Oxford With Wren Wren Leipzig A goldfinch with a phenomenal intellect If you send me a couple of selfies From your hotel room I will release the goldfinch And instruct it to travel in a northerly direction […]
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San Marino Junction
Each of the leaves Broken by its own weight Floats away from the mother tree
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A War Poem Found in a Bible
Turning Into the Void From a high vantage we watched the battle progress We watched as young men ignorant of delicate flowers Were torn apart by the confusion of war Each man slaughtered had experienced a childhood Whether idyllic or not this was of no matter It was their […]
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Self Portrait of a Fading Ghost
I went down with the Clipperton in November 1875 Nobody survived the wreck on those wretched sands But I was not accepted into Heaven As I thought I might be Due to my cowardice on that awful night I was commanded to haunt the many streets Of the Walmer Strand From that day onwards without […]
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Russian Cousins
Recently I found out that I had two cousins in Russia Which made me eager to contact them However they did not speak any English And I certainly did not speak Russian My neighbour suggested that I should face time them Which was a good idea in theory Until I found out that both Sergei […]
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The Poetry Field (Savage Sister)
You are still mad at me As I left you alone But we were estranged Long before the break I do miss you a great deal It pains me to admit that But we could not live together That was obvious for all the see Time might heal our wounds And sweeten the […]
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Marlon
Whilst hiking in the national park Marlon found many buttercups playing violins The […]
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The Luminosity of my Talent
I soon forgot about this poem and declined to retrieve it