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Yellow Dog
Yellow dog In the sea Requires affection The coastal path Has no beginning or end This was Gods creation I enjoy the white light And geography Of my home town
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A roy
My parents died in an air crash three years ago And in their will they left me our apartment Which is in the shitty part of town When I was growing up I did not care But now I hate looking out of the windows As all I can see are concrete buildings Full of […]
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Anti-Delilah (A Poem by Harry Harper)
I went to a Lou Doillon concert and as arranged met her afterwards with my partner Stephen Masefield in a pub near the harbour arm Stephen read a number of poems which Lou enjoyed very much and we all chatted for the best part of an hour My name is Harry Harper and I am […]
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Way Out/Sortie
The green sign points towards the freedom beach Which today is grey gold and quite bleak Trains no longer call at this harbour station Nor do the pleasure steamers dock nearby Yet this station does not sleep in its past As it has been given a further lease of life By those who have visions […]
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Walmer Sunrise
The young sun hangs blush pink in the sky Nothing moves except the sea My day is already complete On the morning of 28th of April 2021 a vivid sunrise could be seen from the beach in Walmer Kent
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Sunrise
Caron and I always sleep with the windows open so that we can breathe in the fresh sea air as we dream But I found it difficult to sleep as a super moon was shining in my face with a bright abandon I knew that what I term a Japanese Sun would shortly be visiting […]
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I Cannot Live With You
I cannot live with you as we might do negative things like break porcelain cups in letter halls and this without fail be the talk of Massachusetts Massachusetts
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A Narrow Fellow in the Grass
Emily Dickinson and I shared a meal In the middle of her Amherst garden We discussed Water closets The spring petals in the wind And the likelihood of the said petals Dropping into storm drains Or directly on to our streets The scandal that this might cause in Massachusetts By being careless in a private […]
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Our Lives are Swiss
Emily Dickinson and I shared a bath In the middle of her Amherst garden We discussed Water displacement The spring petals in the trees And the likelihood of the said petals Dropping into our shared bath Or directly on to our breasts The scandal that we might cause in Massachusetts By being naked in a […]
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Emily Dickinson Naked in the Bath
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