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Poet
My grandfather was a poet But he never published his work It was left to me to do In the years following his death My task was made more difficult As he once told me I will leave no memoirs
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Hiroshima
My grandfather bought a copy of Maldoror In this city about ten years before the bomb It was an unusual find or so he told me He enjoyed Haiku and was searching for poems When he chanced upon this book Ducasse is reported to have died of a bad fever He once told me […]
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White Material
I am often told that I am out of step with the world As people do not find my opinions comfortable They immediately pigeonhole me because of my age and colour Which of course is a complete nonsense as I care deeply for others Why would a man who rescues stranded fish after storms Exhibit […]
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Living
Living is walking together along a sandy beach at three in the morning guided only by the lights of the sea Living is dancing in a darkened room with the one you love guided only by the light of the moon Living is enjoying a cup of fine coffee with your partner and listening to […]
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Mary on the Green
Mary on the Green Was a good idea on paper But to place an unclothed statue In a smart residential district Well that is going too far When a man is honoured With a statue He remains clothed There are no naked statues Of the good and great So why is Mary naked I am […]
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Mary Wollstonecraft
Today a statue was unveiled in North London It should have set people thinking But as normal the opposite has happened I am not disturbed by her nudity Indeed it is rather beautiful and quite serene But many are shocked and consider it exploitive This could not be further from the truth As It celebrates women […]
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Maud (Christopher Green)
Let us water your garden Maud As the rains are far away What are doing Green? Carving a love poem on my rifle but sir Whatever for? To remember the prettiest girl in my home town Christopher Green had been on the island for over six years after being abandoned by the ship […]
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The Kingsdown Mermaid
She steals around the village after dark Weeping for her lost love Many have tried to help her But she was betrayed By the fluid whiteness Of her sea dress A weeping mermaid visits the small coastal village of Kingsdown in Kent once a year on the anniversary of her fiancés death He died in […]
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Beachcomber
When visiting beaches I often search For emotive pebbles They bring me much comfort No matter their mood As I ignore their emotions
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Dover Anthem
Before moving away from the small coastal village where I spent my childhood and former years I knew a mysterious girl named Dover Anthem She was considered odd by many as she could often be found combing the beach for the lost treasure of pirates or swimming alone in the sea For some reason she […]