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Porto
Why are you so familiar to me Yet such a stranger I ask this question of myself Within my first waking hour I am on a train to Porto To attend the opening of a new park Which was constructed to my designs But I am unlikely to arrive on time As this train is […]
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Soeurs Tendres
I was the youngest of six children And was the only boy We were all born within a period of ten years But I was always treated as the baby of the group Which I enjoyed a great deal as I was doted upon My sisters all had names beginning with M Martha Mary Marlene […]
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Mary Draper
Don’t talk to me of London dames Nor rave about your foreign flames They never lived – except in drames Nor shone except on paper I sing you about a girl I knew Who lived in Ballywhacmacrew And let me tell you mighty few Could equal Mary Draper I do not know much […]
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Le Mepris
I have always had a contempt for physics Even though as your train sped past me at the railway station We were for a micro-second only feet apart I would like to sit next to you as you sunbathe nude On another platform overlooking the Mediterranean And read the book that was covering your backside […]
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Bedwyn Blue
The summer days are made up of three colours Orange yellow and green On days such as these little moves in the village Apart from the busy butterflies on wing A resting cat watches a sleepy bird But neglects its quarry as its eyes have grown heavy Under the hot sun that […]
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Canal
The dust from the cornfields Was beginning to settle On the surface of the quiet canal As I walked slowly along the towpath To be truthful I was unaware of the drama As I was trapped within my own thoughts Occasionally these dreams were disturbed By the sounds of passing trains But this diversity did […]
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Poems of Exile
Reflection in a Shop Window I am looking at my reflection in the window of a shop The shop is one of two shops on the pier It is closed at present But retains its seasonal display Although my face is largely shielded by my camera It betrays my disobedience quite clearly I have […]
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The Wedding Planner
On the day of the wedding I went running with the bride We stopped by the ornamental lake and bathed for while As were drying ourselves I noticed a strange tattoo on her lower back It was situated just above her tailbone and resembled the New York Skyline When I asked the bride of its […]
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Canterbury Reflections
I know that you are cheating on me Why would you think such a thing The table has betrayed you The table Yes the table Which table The table in front of us It is the nearest table to the door I am aware of that It is just a table It is much more […]
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The Open Night
At about five in the evening the skies began to darken And banks of clouds soon hung heavily above the town Lightning could be seen deep at sea But there was no rain Just hot winds That swirled and played With unconscious abandon Along the coastal roads And then without warning the rains arrived Violent […]