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Joe Hill
I met my girlfriend Betty Bleach At the bus stop on Joe Hill She was very attractive And I fell for her straight away But she was a perverse girl With some questionable habits One of these involved urination Which is an innocent pursuit in itself But Betty insisted on pissing in my mouth Which […]
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Joe Hill
As I left my bus on Joe Hill A girl wearing hippy clothes Thrust a leaflet into my hand Is that a piece of paper That you are giving me I asked quietly of the girl She did not answer But referred me to her tiny dog
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Joe Hill
An elderly lady joined the bus at Joe Hill The bus was crowded She sat next to a fisherman His rod was opposite him She did not immediately speak I thought that she was a mute But I was wrong as she asked the fisherman If he was going fishing The fisherman smiled but did […]
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On a Street in South Africa
I worked as a crossing keeper On a lightly used railway There were five trains a day In each direction On this remote single line branch The last train of the day Passed the crossing At seven in the evening I then locked locked the gates Until nine the following morning When the first train […]
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The Invisible Metropolis
I have found that If I close my eyes When walking through The city by the sea That it becomes invisible And all that remains Are my cherished memories
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Sandwich
Sandwich used to be a busy port But after the great storm of 1287 It began to silt up and by the !7th Century Found itself two miles inland from the sea Sandwich also has the distinction Of suffering an earthquake in 1580 Which damaged a church and some buildings My name is Anna Geraldine Blake And […]
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Only the White Pumpkins can Fly
Today I purchased three pumpkins Orange Green and White These made a colourful addition To my autumn kitchen Yet as I cooked my evening supper I felt was safe in the knowledge That only white pumpkins could fly And that the others would never leave me
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Bus Shelter Poem (undated)
I have never been able To work this one out Why do we love LAND so much It is nearly always about LAND Fields Hills Mountains Deserts Towns Cities Rivers Seas and Dust Husbands Die Brothers Die Sons Die Daughters Die Wives Die Many Die Even this bus shelter suffered During the last war when […]
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Canzone del di luna
After the music of the crimson sunsets I spend my nights watching the moon As she travels silently through eternity
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En me suicidant, le moment venu
Today was a day of white light I spent it high on a promenade Never had the fading year Looked so beautiful Yet I was not totally happy As I knew that that the day Would not last more than a few hours And that the darkness would soon follow