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Last Poem
What is eternity If we are not together In this silent grave The river of life passes by As our ashes slowly mingle Without breath Dedicated to my parents
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Clipperton and Agnes
I am ready to return to you And have booked my passage On the morning train Wait for me in our special room My train leaves in five minutes I have purchased some beautiful roses For you from a platform vendor We will place them in front Of the small window […]
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Clipperton and Agnes
This is our first visit to the city And we have so many things to do Coffee Shower Breakfast But not necessarily in that order
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I Am Broken
Like the wooden toy Of the blue boy I am the last grenade Thrown during an unfaithful war I am trapped in a beam of light And will not sleep
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Theories of Spanish Time Travel
The book arrived in the morning post inside was a slip of paper from the sender Teddy If you already have this then I will change it with ease Andrea Teddy soon found out that the book contained sonnets and verse by H Belloc a poet he greatly admired He scribbled a note to Andrea […]
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Experimental Poem
The days are short This is a good opening line although rather predictable I might write God in my Hell All is Well Because of the rhyme Or I could call this poem Blind Z OR USE SIX DOTS IN BATCHES OF THREE … …
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An Art Deco Sugar Shaker Rests on a Wooden Table
Over three generations have passed Since you were first created You may have lost your reflection And you are corroded from within But your curves are ice sharp And you still retain your original beauty The wooden table is quite new And mass produced It is pleasant to look at and functional But it […]
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Digging Deep Canary
Digging Deep Canary The poor canary one of the so called sentinel species are no longer used to alert miners to the presence of carbon monoxide It appears that our feathered friends breathing rate its size and metabolism caused it to die quickly if carbon monoxide was present thus giving miners an early warning of […]
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Orange Trees
Although you have been stripped of your leaves Your dignity remains You refresh each frost During those exiled months By remembering the gentle dews of summer You have changed from orange To a comfortable brown The pale blue sky Hides your exhaustion When the long nights of winter end I will clothe you […]
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Father Henry Clarke (A Memento)
Your book was passed to me today By your executor Your dedication is long dry The ink pale with age But my memories of you are fresh And really that is all that matters