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Fucking & Poetry
Poetry If I fucked all the time Then I would not write Poetry And that would not do would it not do write poetry and do not fuck that is my considered advice for what it is worth
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Lone Ship
This morning resembled all my mornings as all my mornings do I went to the beach early in the fifth hour to greet the sun But was slightly disappointed as clouds were partially blocking my view To my right I could see a lonely ship sailing at speed towards the horizon I wondered if the […]
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The Cinema of Tarkovsky
It is so pleasant here This house reminds me of grandfathers house I really liked it So I have decided to build one just like it I don’t like innovation What film is that from I do not have a clue David Solaris Never heard of it It was made about five years after […]
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Bar Six
You lost your silver bracelet this morning Whilst watching the sunrise from the beach in front of Bar Six The bracelet was valueless having come from a cheap bazaar But it meant a great deal to you as it came from Grace Greece Green Who was your university friend and life partner ever since
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Sex in a Sad Cafe
We made love on the floor of the sad cafe But did not draw the imperial blinds Our pale bodies were bathed in the light Of the deep orange street illuminations It was then that we introduced ourselves As Chris Christine and Joe
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The Dode Child
Seven times Seven times Seven times Seven My thoughts are endless Infinity times Seven = 0 = 7 There is no calculation I can think of That solves this mysterious question Perhaps I am staring at God Without even being aware of his presence We might be standing opposite Each other in the […]
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Our Lady of the Meadows
It is said that a young girl of seven years Sought refuge in the Church of the Meadows As the Black Death had wiped out her village But the poor child sadly died And now haunts the area I have seen her often in the hanging mists That caress the meadows near the ancient church […]
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Occasionally Naked
I wait for you each morning To see what you are wearing Sometimes it is grey knitwear But occasionally on other days You are completely naked It is then that I walk Towards the glowing sea So that I may greet you
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AKA Christine
I must have a shave Before I choose my dress As there is nothing worse Than a girl in a mess I found this short poem scribbled on a free newspaper
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I was young when I wrote my first book
The beach was extremely wide today as the tide was very low And apart from a fisherman and a couple of dogwalkers it was deserted This suited me as I like to be alone with my thoughts In the distance a white yacht was heading towards the invisible horizon I was young when I […]